Autumn's Dance
Leaves, careless and playful,
dance against a rainbow,
flirting with the wind,
laughing "Catch Me If You Can"
in autumn's splendor.
Your majesty
commands first place
among the seasons,
fair autumn.
Drape your crimson-emerald gold
over my shoulders.
Stay a while and warm me with color
before winter breaks the day with
-cold and ice.
October morn, wait!
© carol castagna 2012
Companion Poem to Autumn's Dance:
Tango Wind-Song
Sundrenched autumn,
Strut your stuff.
Lift your leaves, flirtatious,
bare-backed, arched, victorious
to the tango wind.
Melon-persimmon and strawberry-pink
inspire a blush,
on a rust-spattered
mountain-side canvas,
slipping into sleep.
As dusk sweeps across a whisper
In the hush of early morning,
you feel the soft nudge of a wind-song,
beckoning,
“Yawn and stretch!”
to dance again at daybreak,
in the morning’s crackling crisp.
© 2015 Carol A. Castagna
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