Of autumn we think of its color
,its change and covers.

Such beauty comes
from the depth of heat,
as the summer makes way
for falls wake and bow.

Aw what beauty awaits
dressed in her Auburn gown?

Her beauty beckons with
red, yellow, and brown.

Autumn lives for the cooler ground,
the wind’s and tree’s,
the cool coming of winter’s breeze.

They kiss like lovers do,
dancing like dancers do,
taking one breath at a time.

Autumn is here,
she’s already bowing
kissing winter with her
chilled lips of change.


© By Amanda D Shelton