Surround Me

Naseehaa Bacchus

  The crisp air stirs through the trees 

While he whispers his secrets in her ear

She may not say much 

But her rosy cheeks do 

Their shared glass of Maple Bourbon

tastes better around the bonfire’s blaze

As she gazes into his hazel eyes 

that warms more than just the depths of her soul 

She comes to realize

The leaves are not the only thing falling this season