Autumn’s colors
Are her voices
Pumpkins on the porch
Fires by the bed
And foggy mornings
Red bushes by the maple leaves
Branches falling in the river
Leaves churn
As she spoke
Yellow stole them
Such beauty
with no immediate reason
But its the face
of the wheel of seasons
I love autumn
Its colors have strength
And its beauty has meaning
It came from summer’s flame
The spring’s flowers
And winter’s beatings
Autumn’s earned it
The seasons are a cycle
Know autumn isn’t just beautiful
She’s a champion and a warrior
The seasons are a cycle
So as the cherries blossom
She whispered
So do the red roses