no words are spoken

Sun seeps through,
what is left of the leaves,
on the trees,
as they surrender to autumn.

No words are spoken,
only the sound
of leaves crunching
beneath our feet.

On this crisp, cool morning,
we don't have to exchange words, only our company.
We hold each others hand,
as we saunter down our wooded path.

Our love is evident.
What we both feel is an undiscribable bond,
that no other can fathom.
Our hearts entwined in these moments forever.