It was in that time
Of the reddening leaf,
The dot-matrix dance of the grackle,
Sun fade and found hours,
That we met,
And something without words
Warmed us, like
Autumn inside our skin,
The best season,
The time to fall.
–Shaun Perkins
Seasoning
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 
“…Autumn inside our skin, the best season to fall…” What a beautiful love poem. I wish I’d written it. thanks…
And what a beautiful comment, Jeanne–thank you!