We stepped out that day under crisp October skies of blue,
The landscape stretched before us lit by sun;
Trees coloured by autumn’s touch, soft breath hanging in the air,
Fresh, bright, alive we stumbled on to that stage.
Our thoughts whisked up and away,
Twirling in and out of leaves and amongst wood pillars,
Like spirits uttering magic spells.
Holding hands we walk into the wood and marvel at the birdsong,
Delighting in nature’s beauty and in our own closeness.
Stopping to sit on a tree trunk, we reflect on fate, luck or chance
That brought us to this day. Dare we believe?
We quietly thank the world for finding us here together.
Leaves rustle in a chill breeze stirred up by winter’s approach.
Can we make it through the long dark days to come?
Or, as the leaves die and fall,
And animals consume the nuts and berries,
The landscape barren and bare sleeping under frosty skies,
Will this chance pass by? Be forgotten, crumble and decay?
Many times we’ve taken the wrong path,
And find ourselves bereft of warmth and understanding.
This life marked half making us wary of mistakes.
But now, today, the wood whispers and nature soothes.
Today, life feels good, creates a buzz within us.
An optimistic haze of anticipation steals over us.
We kiss, passionately praying for a sign.
We need to believe in care, joy and love,
At least for this moment in time.
