Autumn Love

Singing to herself,

She braided her hair.

It fell to her mid-back

And glowed with the ferocity

Of golden, summer light.

Her bronzed hands moved nimbly,

She was running late.

But that didn’t keep her from

Applying pomegranate red stain

To her plump, soft lips.

Her white dress fluttered

As she ran to her late train

And grabbed the last empty seat.

She sighed in relief

When the train stopped;

She saw his face

And smiled.

Humming to himself,

He checked his hair.

It spiked shortly from his head

In the color of a crow,

Paling him like a ghost.

He swiftly checked his watch.

He was too early.

But that didn’t keep him from

Running a hand through his hair,

Wond’ring where she was.

His black jacket creased

As he leaned against the wall

And watched trains come and go.

He sighed in relief

When a train stopped;

He saw her face

And smiled.