Autumn’s witch, mystic and wise,
Casts her spell with knowing eyes,
Hues of brown watch harvest store,
Patient hand takes summer’s whore.
Sallow sun that comes with age,
Shipwrecked far by autumn’s maid.
Vanquished splendour fades away,
Dismal spirits haunt our days.
Mournful trees weep leafy tears
As loud voices shout their fears,
“Sacrifice the dead and dry
Burn in flames to purify.”
Feel her presence coming near,
Laughing loudly at the year,
Potioned lips for those who seek
Goodnight kiss before they sleep.
Copyright RMC Dec 2017