Couplet

Outside this morning in the wet I saw
Leaves dipped in the gilded ink of autumn

Their tips glistening red orange gold
Stems still green, clinging to the warmth of yesterday

Burning wood mingled with smoky coffee
Shiny hay-like grass tinged with verdant moss

Crows flown into the cloud-draped landscape
The muffled sounds of the season arrive.

Speechless. Really.

I woke this morning and the moon was setting huge behind the fog. The lark sang too soon, and I craved more songs of the nightingale, more time. Every time I close my eyes his smile comes to me, his laugh rings in the echoes. My guardian and charge approved with wagging agreement, and he took my heart and made it his.