The summer leaves had gone, replaced by the gold, yellow and brown of autumn. Mabel and her lifelong love, William, sat hand in hand enjoying the warming sun.
“How beautifully leaves grow old,” William suggested.
Mabel said contentedly, “Autumn is my favourite time of the year. The heat of summer gives way to cooler times.”
William gave one of those cheeky grins she had loved from their first meeting, “Not because we’re also in the autumn of our lives?”
“If only I were as beautiful as the autumn leaves,” Mabel sighed.
William held her closer, “You’ll always be more beautiful than all the seasons’ colours.”
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Karen S.
October 10, 2012 at 03:21
This is such a sweet. .. tale of autumness ! He’s a keeper!
Ross Mannell
October 30, 2012 at 15:27
Thanks for the comment and my apologies for the long delay in reply.
I have a photo taken of an elderly couple standing hand in hand under some trees. While the photo is nothing special the image of a couple so close was.
Judie McEwen
October 10, 2012 at 05:22
Lovely, Ross. Mine is a little like yours!
Ross Mannell
October 30, 2012 at 15:28
Thanks for the comment.
I was wondering if others would choose a similar theme. I liked the idea of growing old together. 🙂
Sue
October 10, 2012 at 14:24
Awww. What a lovely sentiment.
=)
Ross Mannell
October 30, 2012 at 15:30
Thanks for the comment.
I can imagine a scene something like this in the real world and, as I wrote in another reply, have a photo of an elderly couple standing hand in hand. 🙂
nimaruichi
October 11, 2012 at 11:30
Nice to grow old together….
Ross Mannell
October 30, 2012 at 15:31
Thanks for the comment.
Over time we would come to know the way each other thinks. 🙂
anita
October 11, 2012 at 14:04
very sweet!
Ross Mannell
October 30, 2012 at 15:32
Thanks for the comment.
It’s nice to think the spark of love lives on. 🙂
Jenny Matlock
October 20, 2012 at 09:56
I think I might be in love with William.
Sssshhh…
Don’t tell Mabel.
Or my husband!
Great writing…when you see with your heart there is no place for gray.
Ross Mannell
October 30, 2012 at 15:34
Thanks for the comment and my apologies for the delay in replying.
Can you keep a secret? William and Mabel were my paternal grandparents. They would sit under the trees just to enjoy their time together. Their story inspired this one. 🙂