03/10/2021
Autumn,
She shakes her auburn hair
And Summer's loss is Winter's gain
The heartbreak moment Here again.
A beauty tempting to the eyes
Her backdrop; painted vivid, scarlet skies She breezes in like dancing Ginger On reddened carpet, the silent seasonal sw***er.
Whispering her intention to all who will listen
On slippery ground her garments glisten. The naked tree exposed and bare
Stands shameless in the streetlight's stare. And all the voices in the town
Get as soft as a Summer's gown.
The green is lost.
The seamless lushness
Replaced by Wintery shapeless toughness. And yet, with all the withered fronds,
The fallen desires of that which belongs,
A hidden motivation starts To teach our fickle, sun-lust hearts..
That while we long for sunlight's haze,
And mourn the loss of Summer's gaze,
We find that deep within our sorrow
A golden promise of tomorrow.