III. The Empress

III. The Empress

Start with her eyes for they sad-see
autumn’s leaf-hues waiting in the green.

Her scepter slips a bit as she wraps
her arms in a green shawl for warmth.

She accepts the breeze; her body needs
more warmth now than in her Spring.

The Fall is not down, but a bench
to rest and peer back at heights

once climbed. She knows to take
seasons like tides, storms and blue skies.

Beauty can’t be trapped by a moment,
so it hides in everything.


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