PERSON Poem: Autumn Love Fires, by Jeffrey LeBlanc

My love burned as vaporous flame of an unfading autumn,
How we tossed in the golden leaves so solemn,
My passion a roaring blaze beckoning away the misted night,
In utter ecstasy of halcyonian space and light,
Our heated scent the lingering perfume of wildflowers,
And the winter winds bearing down to end our loving hours.

In memory I see you smile in the golden sunshine of the valley land,
Oblivious, secluded, you take my hand to wander tranquilly,
Forgetting the fragrance of the primrose of this quiet valley-land,
Where vine to sanguine-colored vine led us to dance in Nature’s soliloquy.

Ancient woods and gilded mountains folded us within,
I laughed watching you coyly peer on pools of lucid bronze,
I wiped my brow watching you study streams of opal–
On vast vistas of the climbing white pine,
Across fluorescent willows burning emerald gems,
Across fluorescent willows burning emerald gems.

Against the dreamful mauve of mountains floating vaguely,
We rested underneath a sky of bluest sea so succinctly,
How long we lay entwined I cannot say,
But I remember the chill as violet twilight awoke me with a shiver,
Within the faint skies’ faint fringes, we drifted as ghosts far away.

Now I lie here where we once drifted to dream,
How we tossed in the golden leaves a lifetime ago it seems,
My passion cooled to ice welcoming the killing misted night,
Death will be a new ecstasy of halcyonian space and light.