She Has Arrived
She has arrived
A flash of shadowed eyes
Masks a simmering coolness.
A collective breath ensues.
A trail of rainbowesque mystery
Shimmers about her
Roses pale as she brushes past them,
Geese concede in “V” farewell salute.
She commands the room
Enthralls, entices, entraps
Both willing and reticent.
She cannot help herself
It is her fate
Her gift and her curse.
She is neither harlot
Nor homemaker
She is but the aura of Autumn.
She has arrived.
She is October.
John G. Lawless
©9/30/2022
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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