Autumn

I have seen her,
The Spirit of Autumn ,

Hair, so red,
Skin, so fair.
Her curly locks,
Gathered beside her like serpents.

The beauty of her stops my breath.
Like the air on cool mornings.
The leaves turn at her touch.

There she was ,
Lying on the earth.
Tired from her days work.
Resting from labors.

I should have left her
I should have run,
But I approached;
heart  beating in my ears.

She felt me long before I reached her.
Erupting into a flock of birds thru the canopy.

But it was she,
I swear it’s so,
my eyes burn with her memory.

I Have seen her,
The Spirit of Autumn.