Lady Autumn is so lovely
in her crown of falling leaves.
She promises to wed us
in a gown of brilliant
reds and yellows.
Her kisses crackle
in the fireplace,
blowing chill, a pause
from summer.
She promises she’ll
stay forever, her
love is good as gold.
Look away, she’s
out the door
to marry winter snow.
published in Medusa's Kitchen
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