She saunters in
wearing sky high heels, auburn fired dresses.
Titian curls and tresses
swirl with a crisp cool breeze.
Bedecked in amber, crimson, golden fury,
winking jewels, emeralds, garnets, rubies.
Eyes of jade, sparkling embers.
Smokey, heated, earthy fragrance.
She dances a coy rumba through the trees,
shifts sensually, teasing the waving grass,
breathes in late, warm sunlight.
Full of promise, of mystery:
Autumn is her name
Debutants and Daisies, a bouquet of Poetry. © Louisa Owen