Autumn Tears
Just a hint of her perfume
so subtle it might be missed.
Like the turn of an ankle
a glimpse of her glory
Her robes in earths' own tones
colour and sky that intertwine
Just a hint, just a breath
almost impercetible
yet, indeed her arrival is almost here.
She left a calling card
to tell me so
painted in her own hues
of passion, of change
her very own - Autumn