falling...

In the sweetness of the still morning,
with the quiet calls of the rising birds,
and the aromatic taste of dew on the air,
the harmonious rhyme of your words
resonates in my ears.

As the summer scenery flashes by,
reminders of seasons past creep in,
laiden with the chill of autumn's kiss,
the trees slowly relinquishing their
emerald crowns for fiery blaze.

Simple utterances of newfound
love reflected in the ticking tock
of memory. The second hand rambles
on and yet I feel as though I'm
recalling yesterday.