Autumn, My Lady
When a fiery sun sets for the day
and the sky is awashed in a crimson hue,
Attired in a brocade gown
of shimmering gold
Lo! My lady, autumn,
embellished in her blazing glory
strolls elegantly upon this
luxurious carpet woven in
autumnal blush of tawny leaves.
There’s a tang of nascent cold air
in the serene solitude
of this mute landscape
weaving a magical tapestry.