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
Laughing
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.
