Sunday 19 November 2017

Fair Maiden Of Autumn

With tresses of crimson and lips of the rose
She moves through the meadows as artistry flows
Surrendering beauty to life set below
She moves through the meadows as autumn winds blow
She scatters her wishes into the wild air
And upon every being, she whispers a prayer
From the orchards and valleys to the fox and the hare
She moves through the meadows revealing her wares
Fine clusters of claret and blankets of gold
Wild cradles of russet and layers of old
As the earth gently slumbers, she recovers threefold
As above in the skies, so below as foretold
She moves through the meadows conveying her spells
To a wealth of creation, her sorcery tells
Of a tale set in darkness as life waves farewell
With a promise of rebirth as roots break her shell
With a heart made of passion and ruby-red hair
She scatters her blessings into the wild air
From the forests and oceans to the fox and the hare
Fair maiden of autumn, deliver your prayer
© 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved
Art Wendy Andrew




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