It was when the leaves were falling… the time when summer passed on and the land glowed brilliantly for just a short time before winter set in. That was when the druidess walked the woods.
The trees bloomed fire for their love, and the satyr worshipped her like the lady she so longed to be.
The the wind that had blown them together became the very one that would push them away from each other, like the dried-up leaves that fell around them.
Caught on a passing breeze, blown about by Serendipity itself, the druidess watched the world spinning around her and longed for the satyr’s grounding embrace.
Smothered in smoke, drowning in heat and sweat, lost in the dying desert, and longing, instead, tobe lost in his arms, drowning in his kiss, and smothered by the wisdom of his words.
As they sat under a rain of start, cold but for the warmth of their bodies, scented only by smoke and roses, they found themselves alone with their love.
As the trees turned to fire, glowing with dying heat and summer fell into autumn, the satyr greeted the druidess with a single, honest kiss.