Hot beverages grow cold
waiting to be drunk
by the lips of a woman
whose scent lingers in the air
She is the one who comes in the night
breathing softly on the windows
as you sleep
leaving frosty panes for when you wake
She is soft breeze you feel rustle through
the boughs as she sighs and bats her lashes
Her hair is the autumn leaves found in each splash
of color on the mountainside
She is your lover
and
your past lover
and
every one who has ever
loved you
cuddling up to you in the chill of the season
She is in your heart and in the earth
in the sky and in the water
She is the feeling that all beauty will leave you
yet inner poetry remains as the world dies
slowly
She is your autumn mistress
whom you will love for a season
Cast her aside to die
Fall for her again in a year.
Lord Winter welcomes Lady Autumn
with open arms and a cold hard smile
Lady Autumn lingers in the air
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