Red and gold fall. My goodness, how they dance, teasingly bumping on their slow descent. 

They touch the ground as bodies, burning with need from their detached summer existence. Falling into one another’s arms, they fiercely kiss, grinding and imprinting upon the earth. The developing wind masks their cries as two become one in autumn’s sexiest display of fire. 

Winter twitches while watching close by. Frost tries to be patient, and the snow, cold to touch, but warm in heart, gives the lovers time before gently covering the pile of entangled bodies. 

They’re buried together as lovers should be.