Leaves By Rachel

All the leaves have fallen down Fallen feathers fill the ground. All the grass is bent and crushed From the lovers rolling 'round. Rolling through the ice and snow Never knowing where to go. Rolling in the evening dusk 'Til the only smell is musk. Fulfillment lies around the bend When missives through the ether end When words will finally find their mark And all the pilgrims can embark. The journey's yet another life For yet another husband's wife. To meet, to mesh, to always love To roll in feathers, leaves and snow And always knowing where to go.