Full-smitten

He is old-fashioned;

Crème Brulee charmer

Seducing hearts

While he robs us of summer

Dipping each spire

In fire and bronze

While we romanticize

He covers lawns

With swindled whispers

And dwindling of dreams

We collect pictures

Of leaf-laden streams

Tasting all things apple

And pumpkin and spice

… he steals away summer

While we murmur 'nice'

Intoxicated by

Wood-smoke on dusk-dark

Or pungent, pressed leaves

As we walk through the park

Trying to ignore

That inner tugging roar

Where summer-sighs barter

And autumn-bards war

And nature turns drowsy

As Apollo broods

An old-fashioned charmer

Dismantling the woods

Etching gaunt outlines

Against haunting knell

As we wade full-smitten

Through a sea of farewell

© Janet Martin

That's how it felt yesterday while I was out walking...fully, so fully in love with a charming, old-fashioned swindler drowning daylight in dusk, sauntering away with another 'gone forever' tucked neatly in his pocket.