Outside My Window
Autumn gilds the pattern of her skirt
shirrs her bodice made of sky and clouds
her new-for-winter hat, a snowy white egret
her amber eyes a dream of other falls
when trance beguiled; when love felt gold,
more so than silk brocade, heavier than its threads
trimmed in lace that forms through rocks
jewels in the stream sparkle like a diadem
her rivers carried promises shared with stars
wind heard in distant bells
gongs deep as wells or tinkles of a sleigh in snow
perhaps a whisper murmured low, “not long to go”
Autumn fades at last from gold to gray
remembered, though, those perfect days
© Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved
Autumn gilds the pattern of her skirt
shirrs her bodice made of sky and clouds
her new-for-winter hat, a snowy white egret
her amber eyes a dream of other falls
when trance beguiled; when love felt gold,
more so than silk brocade, heavier than its threads
trimmed in lace that forms through rocks
jewels in the stream sparkle like a diadem
her rivers carried promises shared with stars
wind heard in distant bells
gongs deep as wells or tinkles of a sleigh in snow
perhaps a whisper murmured low, “not long to go”
Autumn fades at last from gold to gray
remembered, though, those perfect days
© Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved
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