Short Scribblings

With me, waiting, the
Leaves clatter about. A chill in
The air, winter soon.


The perfume I wear
Because I know you like it
Smells like rushing snow.


You gaze at me, eyes
Grey like the clouded sky, and
That touch of Autumn.


Kisses that steal our
Breath, skin that shimmers, moves, like
Sunlight through bare trees.


Your scent, as it clings
To my skin. Rain, and leaves
Listen at the window.


Flashes, as I sit at
The screen. Like thunder, I sigh
At the memory.