Love song for October

In this antique bronze Autumn A soft wind drifts Through slitted windows. I reach new wonder knowing Each season brings its own Surprising gifts. If blossoms stayed in some arrested Spring There'd be no cover for nests, No fruits for Fall, No winter wheel of memories to recall! And what Spring love could possible endure This intimacy of years, this passion Pure of unimportant things Warm from your long-loved touch I look out on a world As gold as May Through the elm's lacy thatch.