“The Queen of the Autumn Leaves”

In front of a brazen mirror, she sings a woeful song

Knowing that it is

Of Autumn

With the promise of Winter,
The summer flowers bow their heads,
Replaced by a rich pallette of golds,
Bright yellows,

The Pumpkin Smasher has never been seen
But He will come searching this Halloween
Looking for the perfect carved lantern
He

Autumn, At Water’s Edge

Along the rock-bound coastline,
Autumnal hills blaze forth in fiery splendor,
Their crimsons,

Autumn into Winter

The leaves are turning
In the morning breeze,
From variegated greens
To yellows on the trees.
Bright reds