Her Autumn Strolls The Woodland Folds


Leaves of brown and greyish mirth,

Pillows and covens her bridal feet

Texas Autumns bathes away

The tidal rushes of Summers' heat



With cool sparse grasses

Shading temperance and slowing pace

Rustling breezes sunlight round

His voice branching; swaying; a loving gaze



Surrounding leaves blush and fall with them

Upon his feet; into her eyes; love in Falls' ascent,

Genteel hands warm their rest enclose

While her Autumn strolls the woodland folds



By: Johnny Gonzales - Wedding Cocktail Hour Guitarist




Where is your favorite Fall wedding rest?



Is your Fall wedding ready to tie the knot?

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