Your eyes are as green
as the emerald forest.
Smiling dreams of red firelight
in a burning autumn sky.
the trees resonate
the ancient mantras of time past
Cooling winds fed by
the milky moonlight
foretell the seasons change.

Golden leaves floating
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 this autumn beauty
stirs my heart
like a mother's touch