Her Autumn
She said to me that
She hates the color of her hair
As threads of silver
Mixed with the lush chestnut
Sparkle in the sunlight.
I glance at her husband
He stares at her like she hung the stars
And the moon
And I say
To this beautiful earth goddess
All seasons are beautiful
Remember Autumn
As greens change to gold
Breathless beauty unfolds
And I see her husband
And don’t have to be told
That her autumn season
Is the one he loves most.
For L.
Thank you for holding space for me.
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