Aubade – Autumn wind whispers your name as the colour of leaves changes to flame

The moors, the lowering skies, the ruins of a castle, the ghosts of times long past and phantom tinkling of a piano remind me as summer slides into solemn September, your words, your smile, your heat, and your scent. Love is a canvass, a manifesto of indulgence as I breathe your name on top of … Continue reading Aubade – Autumn wind whispers your name as the colour of leaves changes to flame