I fell in love between seasons
and lines upon the page
of a "Pride and Predjuice"
that held me at its door...somehow
you wanted more..more

than autumn,
could itself hold - and less than winter,
chilled  to warmth, yet not its bitter, icy cold
and with the last of nights candle
burning, you took it from my hair,
the ribbon
and its pleasure, pressed it to the page
closing the book on what would come -
between seasons and a flame
that slowly slipped away, as did
reason, pride, all shame

bkmackenzie