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
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