Autumn Rush
by
Jude Kyrie

Your eyes are as green
as the emerald forest.
Smiling, dreams of firelight
in a burning autumn sky.

the trees resonate
the ancient mantras
of time long past.
Cooling winds fed by
the milky moonlight
foretell the seasons change.

Golden leaves float
in the thin air drifting like ghost .
The reflecting golden
wavelets on the pond
See a rising mist.
of summers
last  breath over them.

And the rush of autumn
stirs my heart
like a mother's touch