Tango In The Autumn

Russet leaves 

Tremulously appearing 

Once again,

Auguring new vibes.

Arid summer 

Turns mellow.

Gold dust spawns 

On earth.

Cool breezes breathe 

On the warm soil.

An amorous forest

Blushes red.

Flushed and dewy

It dances away,

Breathless and coy.

Warmth permeates 

Up the trunks

And the lissome lasses 

Can dodge no more. 

Raising their arms 

To the heavens

They slip into its

embrace. 

Burnished with love 

The chestnut woods 

Sweep through the lands.

Not a leaf left untouched. 

The tender, fledgling verdure 

Maturing overnight 

As the sunshine 

Drapes it in its folds.

Emotions must peak

For the world 

Knows no placid sentiment.

Adoration must reach 

Its zenith

And nature must 

Manifest its adulation 

Seasonally,

Again,

Yet again. 

The woodlands

Never turn away,

Never shy away from 

The palpable display 

Of love.

Surrendering,

Reveling,

Basking in the glory

Of arrival,

An immaculate welcome 

To the season of grace. 

Russet, auburn, umber

Everywhere,

All at once.

Can it be a chorus 

Celebrating love?

September shows the way,

October presents the finale.

And nature 

Bursts open

Its secrets.

Love shall persist.

Passion will overflow.

Youth will mature.

And an august season

Will extol the communion

Of land and beyond.