Arbor Vitae
I always associated her with Autumn. Dark hair and eyes, pale skin – like the deeper nights and cool moonlight that comes with the season. Dramatic and changeable. This time is her favorite time. I loved sharing the playful and the spooky with her. Decorating. Riding the change in the light together. What I never questioned were her feelings for me. I saw echoes of them in the colors of the Fall.
It is a sweet beauty to forget, for a time, that the seasons change. A gift: to be caught up in an endless golden moment.
But we pass through. The flame-tinted glories of Autumn fall free, and are swept away. Leaving my heart bare.