Autumn Royal

Leaves has bowed to tempting look of the moon Turning into amber or crimson red Fire in the wind has been smoothly hewn As pleasant "hello" tickling cold breeze said The burnt umber earth laughs at being rain fed Laying child bed for pinecones, pumpkin Ah, stage set to mark climb and fall herein Heart pines for him, his love, his argent arm To see moon hung between naked tree trunk Rain of petals swirl down cheek to disarm Me of bearing to stay for long undrunk Everyday i pick up saffron flower Cinnamon sticks and ginger swollen leaves To make autumn present for my lost love