An Autumn Crisp and Clean
As Autumn scents return to me once more
sending me to a sweet October brush
infringing on each leaf the earthen floor
of reds and golds collect me in their rush;
While breezes raise the feathers off a thrush
I harbor long and sweet by rivers end
just basking in the moment of Godsend;
Firing up my senses with cooling love,
she's crisply cleans my soul with her portend
then makes my hands infit inside my glove.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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