Written for you, Hails. Don't give up on yourself, even in Winter. |
She flew in on a breath of wind, wrapped in fallen leaves. Bodice of red and gold and orange maples, Flowing skirt of moss and swirling sienna, Gloves satiny soft, amber sap, Heels soil and dirt, disguised in the ground., Pressed against an oak. I smiled and walked her way, Alluring in the branches. She cried, And wove into the maze of autumn. Autumn Girl, Perfect anomaly, Autumn Girl, Don't you know how beautiful you are? Autumn Girl, Take a breath, Autumn Girl, Don't give up yet. She drifted in among drooping blossoms, Hair ruby red, Eyes emerald green, Face paler than opal, Lips like rose quartz, Leaning against the mines. She smiled and walked my way. Alluring in the breeze. I cried, And wove into the maze of winter. Autumn Girl, Perfect anomaly, Autumn Girl, Don't you know how beautiful you are? Autumn Girl, Take a breath, Autumn Girl, It's not Winter yet. In the Autumn night, We meet again. Wintry frost colors her fingertips, Chills my chattering teeth. Snow falls. Autumn fades. She's gone. Autumn Girl, (Don't go now,) Autumn Girl, (Please) Autumn Girl, Autumn Girl. Wait, For, Me. Autumn Girl. |