Thursday, September 24, 2009

September 2009

If Autumn were a lady, she would smile golden pearls

And Scarlet birch would dress her cheeks

If Autumn were a lady,

She might whisper breezes

Through crackled leaves

She might hold your hand and sing furrows into the leaves

on the meadow path

And in the tops of trees, deliver

Lullabies of floating leaves; September's birthsong

If Autumn were a lady

She might dangle threads of flame

Across the water

I would smell sweet woodsy spice in her footfalls

I would run to catch up with her

And watch her let go of things


Delighting in the look of it

The feel of it

The freedom (oh the promise of letting go)

If Autumn were a lady, her middle name would be faith.

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