True Autumn
a dance of seduction displayed
in painted passions
enveloped before these eyes
the burning of orange
captured and teased
in an instance
then set on free
rich ruby reds
succulently dripping
gleaming
from its highest anchors
resplendent she is
such form, such grace
exploding
not waiting on time
nor space
imagination, true imagination
where green hints
of winter moss move
reminding of a kiss
and of spring
rejuvenation renewed energy
sun re-awakens
the dawn delivers
planting seeds
bringing smiles
and semblance
to the longing in my face
"Autumn reveals all her colours before Winter breezes in and tries to kiss you with her cold lips". Lady Labyrinth
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