Autumn's Auburn Rustic Dust

AUTUMN'S AUBURN RUSTIC DUST When with closed eyes in Autumn's eves of gold, She breathes in the blades of orange-yellow, Looking for that 'something' called auburn rust, Halting mid suntanned trees hundred years old.. Who is like her, amiable yet bold? Tenderly she walks on slivers of brown, Silently searching through caramel paths, Out there with the rustling leaves hundredfold.. What in the crimson world does she behold? Slowly, she slows her slow sleepy saunter, Carbuncle foliage unveils her face - Jocund with an extra mile smile unrolled.. Wherefore does it shower russet-brown mould? See, she has found her Autumn dust mellow, Yippee! How she jumps now with joy untold! 03/16/2020 Lines to Awaken Your Muse 2 Contest Sponsor: Joseph May Line 4: When with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold