Fair autumn you
are fickle yet,
beguiling with your
lustrous eye,
bejewelled beauty
tempting all
with fulsome feast
laid at your door:
and summer's warmth
to hunger there.
But..
Beware you wayward
traveller here,
taste not those fruits
that so entice,
for sudden is her
turn of face:
she'll cast you down
with angered spear,
call out her rage
with violent might
to carve your flesh by
silver blade.
autumn
seems to pass quickly. Time to pull up annuals or face the slicing blade of pre-winter's transition. :D s~
Exactly what I was doing
Exactly what I was doing today :-) x