They lived their autumn as a spring. Amongst the scarlets, golds, and falling away—they lived and held loving in the vigor of life.
Like bird and bee in natural-wilds, he took to her offered blooms of pinks and rose, fixed and unbroken attraction to her open flowering.
Cool of dawns, end-heat of days, life and passion expanded as daytime and light diminished.
They kept into their nights—passions unabated—blind in Creation-call; and from their autumn lived as spring—Creation-call’s fruition—they welcomed in follow-summer a beautiful child—perfect blending of their best and, by love, lusts and vices too became blessing as life of newborn innocence.