I spied you from afar
Through the golds and reds
Walking up the hill toward the apple orchard.
It was the song that drew me in
A sweet melody
Of harvests
And Halloween
Instantly I drifted to your smiling countenance,
Soaring from my prison loft
High above the old barn-
The fields, awash in color.

How I wished to feel that Autumn breeze
To touch your cheek
With a kiss.
For a moment, you paused:
You felt me, no?
In that grove? With you?
Even ghosts weep for love,
Our souls trapped in the ether
But our hearts intact.

Photo 1 by Philipp Reiner. Photo 2 by Matt Bango - all images from StockSnap.

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