My Lady, Autumn
When a fiery sun sets for the day
and the sky is awashed in a crimson hue,
Attired in a brocade gown
of shimmering gold,
Lo! my lady, autumn,
embellished in her blazing glory
strolls elegantly upon this
luxurious carpet woven in
autumnal blush of tawny leaves.
There’s a tang of nascent cold air
in the serene solitude
of this mute landscape
weaving a magical tapestry.
~Autumn colors contest by Nayda Ivette Negron
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