Autumn is a Woman
An apparition in the pink skies
Wandering like a Greek Goddess,
Wooed by the seven suns,
Breathing gentle storms, she
Smiles of terracotta mornings,
Her hazelnut eyes,
A temple of tangerine dreams.
She walks in like a Royal,
Bathed in golden showers
And blonde afternoons,
Leaves twirl like Russian ballerinas
And fall to the ground
When she's around,
Sunlight warms up her toes
And the earth blush in coral hues,
Isn't she a wonder,
The little muse of October fever
Mysterious like midnight,
Soft as a lavender kiss,
She's a wildfire,
A lament from the heavens,
Falling, fading beneath
The wrinkles of orange skin,
Tranquil pages sigh under her spell,
Romancing the skies
Like a daydream,
She looks like a mirage
Dancing with the light in the leaves of time,
The earth spreads sheets
Of Auburn sunsets
Shifting between joy and death,
Giving birth to Maple Leaf poetry
In memory of her scars and smiles.
𝒜𝓂𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒹𝒶𝓂
05.16.21
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