Autumn

Windblown leaves in the heart of a forest singing the glory of an Autumnal day the crisp golden colors of her sweet array make me want to bathe in her light and dance in the meadows of her dream As I cling to the earthen browns of an eve I watch the sun give in to her sleep she softly descends from a fading hill with a yawning caress and a bless ! Magic moments of grandeur and awe like the chirp of a stranded pardalote a minty moment of life, oh mine eyes, soaked to the cotton with shine my lips give praise of her time Windblown leaves turning and turning dressed in the colors of a fire burning I dance in the fortress of her season lost in the alchemy of her reason Autumn, I love YOU the best. September 19, 2018