Look at you,
shining golden
between all the falling leaves,
the red and orange,
reflecting the rays of sunshine
from your copper autumn hair.
You are autumn, child,
spinning under the trees
with the falling, spinning leaves.
Autumn is in your eyes, child,
dancing away the heat of summer,
breathing faint mists and
thick fogs.
Autumn is in your soul,
golden copper-haired child
with skin of shining silver,
hidden in the warmth
of your bright red raincoat.
First published here.
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