twirl me on the cooling breeze
toss my hair with feathered kiss,
gaze at me through smoky haze
of embers warm and luminous.
lay me down on sodden beds
where the veil is ever thin,
pungent, fragrant gold-red death
pale moon glow upon my skin.
season of my heart and soul
faithful, grace-filled, ever true
meet me for our yearly tryst
here beneath the harvest moon.
kat ~ 23 September 2015
on this first day of Autumn 2015





September 23rd, 2015 at 1:50 pm
Such a fantastic ode, Kat. “…pungent, fragrant gold-red death…” Wonderful!
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September 23rd, 2015 at 1:51 pm
Thank you so much Olga. It is my favorite season of the year! 🙂 Can you tell? 🙂
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September 23rd, 2015 at 2:04 pm
My favorite, also.
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September 23rd, 2015 at 2:18 pm
🙂
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September 23rd, 2015 at 4:00 pm
What a romantic autumn poem😊
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September 23rd, 2015 at 4:01 pm
I LOVE Autumn 🙂
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September 24th, 2015 at 4:42 am
Me too 🙂
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