AUTUMN IS A FANCY WOMAN

Photo by S. Auberle

Yes, I've posted this poem before, but long ago, and it remains one of my favorites...

AUTUMN IS A FANCY WOMAN

walking the streets tonight,

a lady whose lover has gone,

turning her dry and brittle

as that icy shriek of wind

bending golden grasses

down onto cold earth.

Autumn walks

under the waning moon,

or in the fading hours of light,

weeping for that summer love

who sipped her like the finest wine,

whirled and twirled her heart,

vowing their dance would never end.

Autumn is the woman

in gaudy red silk,

there on the street corner

under that lamp

holding off the winter

of her days, tattered

leaves swirling at her feet.

~ mimi