Joy; sorrow

Absorbed in reading
a horizon
the tastes and textures of
one landscape
lingering subtly on our tongues
and prints of our entwined fingers
                    standing sentinel, we are
pausing; holding this landscape steady-
               feelings of fulfillment.

Shivering indulgently, together
first breaths
of season's change, the
tumbling of
leaves to Earth, greying skies
             white-washed river becomes
wild; the landscape pages changing
            keeping no permanence.