Rust shaded leaves sway down with grace
Creation’s darling shows her face.
O, brillant water-colored eyes
that conquer the soul and youth revive.
From her lips comes the breeze of reflection
Chilled in the bosom of her deep dimension.
Children sing and lovers dance
Engulfed in the smoke of her burning trance
Though winter looms with its different thoughts
I pray she stay as long as God allots
The harmony of her ways is lost on me
What a pleasant mystery.