My Second Love, Autumn
by Krystina M Austin
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Ah that beautiful time of year!
My love he comes but once a year,
his dazzling face clears my fear.
His hair is laden with his love,
the love he wields falls from above.
We walk a path of red delight,
into the sun that shines so bright.
His hair, crimson gold on fire,
he is all that I can admire.
His beauty holds no human bounds,
his essence is all that surrounds.
Up in the trees and on the ground,
everywhere you look he is found.
Red, gold and orange his true joy,
his fascination like a boy.
His brilliance fills my vision,
our love is like a collision.
With me he cannot stay for long,
oh, how my love for him is wrong.
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|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|Nice cascading flow of rhyming couplets.
Indeed, Mr Autumn is not here for long, but bitter winter stays forever.
It is that time of year when leaves turn to flame and squirrels hide their nuts, proving they are nuts 'cause they forget where they buried them.
Make the most of your yearly love. :)