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.