autumn_child

[of_starlight]

yellow
soft rustle of aspen leaves
golden in the filtered
sunlight.
nothing more tranquil,
autumn at its most
magnificent
hour.
vaulted blue that is
my sky;
mine, i am alone here.
chill
of glorious winter
to come, and the earth
is all but
smiling
at the thought.
i am Her autumn child
She whispers to me
in wind-song.
drifting something soft
and sweet
apples, cinnamon cider
a tongue's favorite
lover.
grey, white
whisps of chimney smoke
first warmth of hearth fires.
a raven lands,
thin branch nearly snaps
with weight and cold.
my first visitor
in this brightly hued
world
begins to sing its
Hallow's Eve
melody.
heart of nature
beating slowly...
heartbroken,
no one sees this
as i do.
once again She will die-
as year after silent year
with the first blanketing
snow
of November.

crimson
evening falls,
such unrivaled beauty
is what i
live
for.