The first recognition began a tradition
of love
in the autumn divine.
A season that renders magnificent splendors
began
with the autumn divine.
It filled me with awe
wherein first I saw
my love
in the autumn divine.
A happy surprising: Felicity rising
springs forth
from the autumn divine.
A passionate ember had blazed that November
for her
in the autumn divine...
A flame that burns long,
and since has been strong,
was lit
in the autumn divine.
The inner commotions of all my emotions
remind of
the autumn divine:
I love her most dearly, and honor her yearly
while during
the autumn divine.
It always will be
most precious to me
to pass through
the autumn divine.
Chris Schleier, Jr.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-autumn-divine/
