Autumn parades in beauty brightened by foliage falling.
Dusk's golden cloak softens hearts and hillsides to muted amber.
The sage of summer cleaves to trees; winter spirits are calling
all, behold a spectrum of colors, drifting hues enamor.
Branches draped in bold sienna hang bare come November.
I shall pine for the splendor of vibrant sepia visions.
As romance wanes, the cardinals enchant from nested umber,
and geese in formation stun with southern flight of precision.
So come to my hearth and warm yourself by a blazing fire.
We shall sip apple cider spiced with clove and cinnamon.
Together under harvest moon, the falling night inspires
a connection; we are betrothed to autumn's eudaemon.
August 19, 2012
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