In another time of year

There are autumn leaves
creaking under my shoes,
some of the trees are stripped bare
and the wind has a chill
that cuts right through all my clothes.

It is as if the whole of nature longs
for leaves to be hanging on branches,
for a bright hot sun,
and for rain to come at the right time

but when I am with you
it’s as if we
are in another time of year
where no cold winds blow
and you cuddle me in your sunny world.

When I hear your heart beat
through your bare body,
your skin clings possessively against mine,
I see suns living in your eyes,
you lead me to a magical garden

and I wonder what has to happen
to make our spring
a summer?

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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