Autumn Is Her Name

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


For more seasonal poetry inspired by gardens and nature you can buy the book. poetry for gardeners to enjoy.

Debutantes and Daisies: A Bouquet of Poetry. © Louisa Owen

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