She is a whirlwind of emotions

Impulsive as a category five

Leaving devastation as she passes by

When you’ll meet her

It’ll dawn on you

Why hurricanes are named after people

You’re like fire spreading wildly in my veins

Burning me to ashes

But oh darling

Don’t you know,

Phoenix rose from ashes

She let the remnants of her heart fall

And embrace the ground like the bestrewed leaves.

Little did everyone know

Autumn was more than her name for her.