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Autumn Beauty #2 |
Enchanted
The enchantress lifts her skirts,
and twirls a dance.
Oranges, golds, sepias and crimson
fly out into the sky,
fluttering pieces of gold.
They land in the eves of the gutters,
cleaving eastward
towards the grounds of forgetfulness.
Glistening with the wetness of dew,
they invite me into a revelry of attention.
She breathes with a sigh,
sometimes a howl chilling my soul,
and then a whisper
as she winds her way though my life.
Mesmerized, I am lost in the changes,
which shift into a frieze of winter.
With a flounce of delight,
the flirting continues
as she dances into the night.
©2002
Kay Ekwall
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