You are the reason autumn burns red

 

It bleeds to compete with your brilliance

 

Leaves fall as offerings when trees bow down

 

As you walk on by, hair like October’s gown

 

And and you speak the rustling quiets

 

Murmurs die down, the wind halts

 

As if you commanded nature to be at ease

 

A single word and you have the spotlight

 

 

 

And winter snow becomes a cover

 

As the season surrender its color

 

Only to match your unparallel fairness

 

And it becomes frigid, desolate

 

The last of the trees

 

Has offered the last its leaves

 

And all time can hope for 

 

Is rising to witness you once more

 

 

 

Spring grows green with envy

 

For you stayed awake during its slumber

 

Before daffodils flourish and meadows become re-painted

 

There was already you, proudly remaining

 

They compliment your being

 

But no flower will see light

 

When you stand before an orchard

 

There is no contest

 

 

 

Again the sky burns up

 

The sun furiously piercing

 

Raising his temperature

 

But cannot match you magnificence

 

And you seek refuge by the shade

 

Hiding beauty for a while

 

Allowing the sun to have the stage now

 

But you are triumphant by night

 

 

 

And may I be so gentle

 

So gallant, so bold

 

To even think of glancing

 

At the eyes of exaltation

 

Shall I dare say a word?

 

Beg for a name

 

Steal her away

 

And the next day do the same?