Leaves provide cover to the dirt.
Tiny, slimy creatures scurry to find burrows.
The cold approaches.
Wind blows, stripping the trees of their colorful clothes.
We walked, hand in hand, through the wooded trails.
Love was all around us, in nature’s own way.
Deer hurried among the trees.
You looked at me, a smile.
We were young once, as we briskly strolled through the woods.
That was decades ago.
Your smile keeps me going.
Now, we stroll, at a more leisurely pace.
Our love has endured.
Like the wood around us, we’ve racked notches of our history.
Our love, endured.