Imparting her beauty secrets
With farewell kisses from her pumpkin-coral lips
She slowly exhales
And gently blows the leaves from trees
Watching patiently as they
Flutter and spin to the earth below
Not to wrinkle and fade,
But to exult in their timeless glamour.
Hues of red and gold and brown
Fall like finely milled powder from a Kabuki brush
To shadow and contour the landscape
In a palette of crackling color –
Autumn’s face revealed.