"Symphony" (September Haiku, Day Thirteen)

It’s summer still.  Fall

Will lower the bridge over

Her castle’s moat.  Wait.

Color in her cheeks,

She’ll let you in her temple,

When golden leaves fall.

When loneliness rings,

She’ll wrap you in reds and golds,

Hand you a scepter.

She’ll make you her king,

You’ll be her Sun and her Moon,

She will bow to you.

You’ll call her Autumn,

You will be kind and patient,

You won’t offend her.

You will rule the stars,

You will ride the Milky Way,

Curb a wild comet.

You will know your moves,

Your mind will be clear, agile,

You will shed your doubts.

The passage of clouds,

The low whisper of twilight

Will render your thoughts.

She’ll stay by your side,

Nature’s daughter, your true love,

No gloss on her lips.

She’ll call you her own,

Honey is too sweet for her,

A hint of pepper.

You’ll read her music,

Scriptures earthly and divine,

Complex and easy.

You will dance to it,

She will surrender to you,

Her hair – strands of rain.

You'll experience
A beautiful symphony,

Consonance of souls.

To be continued...

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur

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