Autumn Mood

Sweet strawberry juice on my

Tongue

Perfect peach flesh fills my

Mouth

Nectar drips down my

Chin,

Sticky fruit scented

Cheeks –

Summer, savored, over.

*

Apples, pears, crisp.

Sliced with Mabon’s

Sword.

Bounty filled pies, tarts, cobbers.

Cider, hard with cinnamon.

Nutmeg spiced pleasures.

*

Stags, watchful in

Woods,

Light readies for its

Rest.

Autumn storm clouds plot their

Advance.

Brass bound trunks free their

Fall sweaters

*

I look to stories. Fairy tales, sprinkled with

Truth.

Real, but with magic,

Enhanced.

Brahms, Rachmaninoff, Bach, play just for

Me.

Berries like jewels, and sequined silks.

Tales illuminated, margins compete with

Texts.

Imagination,

Piqued.

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My own tales, I’ll

Make.