there, in the woods, we turned and looked 
 in the autumn mist and the early light; 
 then, in a haze of almost love, 
 we sank into what felt both best and right 

 for as leaves must turn, so learners learn, 
'twixt the cool of the breeze and the steady burn 
 of the cares and the scares and the unawares 
 that turns young into grown and makes truth 

 of dares