Meadows are flowering.
\nRed blushes against the green.
\nBrunette is tinted with gold.
\nStreaks of silk settle on the trees.
\nFrost lusters the ground
\nunder the maples.
\nA golden book is gathered
\nin your hands from the earth.
\nPoems of sun, evening showers,
\nasters opening at dawn.<\/p>\n
Autumn with brown eyes
\nas enchanting as your own.
\nLips pursed, as if life itself
\nis a kiss, to be taken and returned.
\nYou are autumn.
\nYou are my heart.
\nA girl collecting buckeyes.
\nSophisticated, with spring
\nand summer in your voice,
\nconcert in the autumn.
\nBouquet of autumn flowers
\non my table,
\nwhere my autumn poem has fallen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Meadows are flowering. Red blushes against the green. Brunette is tinted with gold. Streaks of silk settle on the trees. Frost lusters the ground under…<\/p>\n