.AUTUMN.

Burnt embers giggling on the bridge to fiery leaves,

the red of your blush reflected upon the rustling runaway theives.

Umber hues burning for the win,

Winds whipping gales bout soft cold skin.

The dainty delight of Nature as she howls,

shrouded over by linen sheets of fretful clouds.

As the frivolous streaks of summer recede,

out creeps a daring foot, ablaze with the fires of my needs.

For all that wanes,

surfaces back again swirling it's fiery red mane.

And now I know,

Tis autumn again! Tis autumn again!

10/09/18