thought I’d never love again,”
she whispered soft and low.
The light that flickered from
the lamp cast out a golden glow.
They both had passed their prime
of life, and lonely were their
But as they sat together, she
returned his loving gaze.
The leaves had turned to red and
gold, the night was crisp and
The frost was on the pumpkins
which it did that time of year.
The apples stored in boxes had a
fragrance all their own;
The pies were on the counter,
made from apples she had grown.
They talked about their younger
days, of memories long ago
When heading to the schoolhouse,
they walked knee-deep in the
But one day when he moved away,
she felt her life was o’er
She knew that things would never
be as they had been before.
But now he had returned and,
kneeling, pledged his love anew.
They faced the autumn of their
years and knew what they must
As in the old “September Song,”
though days were fading fast,
They’d never be apart again;
they’d found romance at last.
is a retired teacher, an author
of two books,
a musician and artist. She lives
with her husband on coastal
North Carolina. She maintains a
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