All Falls Down

Dearest,

I chanced upon a flower of a romanced shade. You were of the most perfect complexion, with velvet petals rich as summer wine and a lush beauty so defiant of time. You had been shed from a bouquet and mine to behold. I knew, however, that I could not be your lover. It had been Fall, and soon it would be Winter, and you would not survive the snows. How tragic a beauty to come to bloom in Fall, when all is dying and all falls down. How naive a sin. And so, I tore you apart, flower from stem, then petal by petal. Each one a kiss, a blessing to keep. I hold you now in my Garden, between the leaves of a novel that I have not opened since.

Let us shed clean Autumn’s folly and start anew with Winter’s snows.

Forevermore, Eden