Her Winsome Trail

Have you seen, trailing with her the lambent blue rivulet,

The cadence of rain entwined with the prosody of her nimble steps.

I know not her name but she seems so familiar,

A Cascade of raven hair, like dense mystic clouds, adorns her shoulder.

The soggy verdant lush trailing along with her

Smearing her with limpid morn dews.

She extends her arms to reach the beetle rainbow

Dissimulated in the mackle of autumnal hues.

The auburn leaves gush to her majestic stature,

Imploring to deploy buoyancy in nature.

Commanding every dimension with her mystical wand,

Instilling bonanza with the winsome touch of her hand.

The ephemeral clouds oblivion of their destination heedlessly sail,

Asking her to saturate them with emotions to erase their presence so pale.

Their ardent desire to suffuse land and thereby opulence to prevail,

She has the forte to compose life and trail

the cosmos with her marvel

Her resilient halo shall enliven the wilted souls and loom a utopian tale.