You Are Autumn

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.