Rapture

Autumn creeps in slowly Tenderly, seductively Summer giggles and blushes Tickled by crisp exhilarating breezes The colors of fall mesmerize her She needs to feel the fiery reds and golden hues. She longs to don their passionate splendor Autumn’s tender kisses entice her Swept away with reckless abandon The excitement overtakes her Enraptured in effervescent glory Autumn sinks in His force penetrating Deep into the heart of Summer His grip is unshakable Summer struggles to hold on The waning sun warms weakly Flowers bloom in last ditch effort She feels herself slipping away The vibrant luring colors fade Withering into brown lifeless forms The once lush green leaves of Summer Flutter helplessly down to the cold hard ground Autumn, triumphant, drags his defeated prey Onto the alter of Winter. Giving himself over as well The henchman lies down his life Winter’s deep frozen death reigns. A great, barren arctic tomb (womb?) Under which Summer waits to be reborn With Spring’s first gentle kiss.