I wake to briskness in the air
Harbinger of bow hunting
Fall paintbrush dipped in orange and brown
You are nearer always
Aging brings you so
Not like adolescence when distracted
Your surprises unforgettable
Now as a lover companion
Walking with me
Whispering remembrances
Pointing to distant hills
Nearer with time
Higher still
But no more daunting
Just waypoints on the closing journey
Love conquers all
And fears are soon forgotten.
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