A Warning for Lovers

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Be warned, for winter’s tease is all about.
Slight chill is in the air. Her glance is there.
Such danse macabre comes with October’s rout
when crimson leaves burn, withering and drear.

When colors drunk with frost and wind so high,
may swirl through trees and bend them to ground;
their righteous voices moaning for reply.
Their golden souls are lost and never found.

Forgotten are the dead , yet still they dance
in summer’s lost frivolities and tune;
like heart’s marooned in short-lived autumn trance
like sigh that is dispersed with solemn rune.

Oh, dance, my autumn, ‘fore your fiery tears
bring on that looming loss as winter nears.

Autumn Dancer (2)

under-red-trees
Autumn Dancer

Her Autumn feet now flash across the floor.
She spreads her limbs and trembles in her flight.
She moves and sways like never did before.
Her frost now fails to dim against the light.

Escaped, bronze leaf trips to her heart’s delight.
She swirls in madness for that love expressed
before her waltz is over-shrouded white;
her silken gown so many hues have kissed.

Oh, leap, bright Autumn kick your heels and run
for moments come when you must take your leave.
Race past the gasp of summer’s misty sun.
Become that woman: golden, garnet Eve.

Bold Autumn, bravely does your glow entrance:
so delicate your step; so brief your dance.

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