She bathes herself in shades of scarlet, ruby and crimson.
She stands tall, wearing them as if she were royalty.
Though she is strong, there is also a sweet gentleness and comfort in her countenance.
She is grand, commanding attention ~ she gets it.
She dances; swirling scarves of rich burnt orange, rust and kumquat.
They twist and turn as she sways to the music that is her own.
She offers them as a gift to the passing breezes,
Then quickly pulls them back again.
She is charming and flirtatious ~ she dances with the wind.
Laughing with the sun as it dances across her,
She shows off her jewels of golden pineapple, lemon and melon.
One by one she drops them.
They spiral and sparkle as they float to the ground.
They are out of her grasp.
Oblivious of her loss ~ she continues to laugh and flirt.
Shades of green are her undergarments.
Cool moss, bright lime and deep forest.
She shows them off, but will hold on to them for a time.
She is secretive ~ full of life and beautiful ~ she is Fall.
Written by ~ Kathy Charest
I may not be a published poet...but please remember that this poem is my creation, so if you share it, be sure to give me credit! :) Thank you.