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Autumn
As the world slows down for winter |
The Hummingbird
Came the spring, I picked a corner and set my mind
to making a flower garden in the midst of this
mass of weeds unattended through Winters toughening of the soil. I
tilled, and pulled, and turned, and broke, and bled...
The soil was perfect now...
But, alas! The puppy was fervent in her efforts to help me dig!
So I cut, and I sawed, and I nailed, and created the most beautiful
little picket fence with a gate.....
and planted a tree......
and planted my flowers...
and tended and watered and weeded and nurtured all through the Spring
and Summer months....
To this day, this perfect Autumn morning, while standing in my doorway,
sipping that first cup of coffee....
I saw the fast-beating wings of that little faerie, flitting from flower
to flower...
Was all worth it in that one moment.
Fiona
Autumn
Autumn in her golden shimmering
robes stands proud amidst green trees, hair
the colour of fire and sunset, eyes daring
and deepest brown. A brief smile springs
from her nutmeg lips, plays with her
high cheekbones, lightly cinnamon, dances
across her brow. She winks, turns, prances
into the green swift as wind, curve
of one rounded arm seductive, woven
into the tapestry of leaves her trailing
hair. Her laughter paints never failing
life on branch tips, leaves them bright, her coven
of light and fire and red and orange. Comes
her breath sweet as pumpkin, sweet as home.
Arrion
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