Autumn Is...
A crisp crimson, lime, and lemon fabric
Embroidered with brown beads
Swathing the ground
Like little handshakes come down to greet the Earth
A layered lattice criss-crossing
Hugging and embracing
Each finger wrapped around another’s
Fallen to reveal the spindly skeleton
Ready for new growth
Reaching readily to the heavens
Apple, orange and cinnamon sprinkles in the air
A dusting of scent
As if shaken from Above
Little round orange people leering at passers-by
A fire burning within
The shrieking of witches, as their fly away hair trails
And treat bags spilling over at the brim, shiny wrappers
flapping in the wind
A million diamonds burst with energy and life!
Scattered majestically across the midnight sky
Electric and alive
Whilst a man burns in furious fires
A crowd gathered to cheer his death
Burn! Burn! Burn!
Sparkling pink, purple and silver
A girl wraps her gloved hands around a cup of hot chocolate
Laced with salted caramel
The steam rising in intricate swirls
And slowly disappearing like an unopened letter
The swish of a silk sari
Strewn with sequins
Shots of silver thread rippling through it
Whooshed over a shoulder confidently,
Gracefully falling in waves and pools across a bonny
The rainbow of bangles on her caramel wrist
Tinkling like little
bells.
Her forehead adorned with a gem.
Chunks and chunks of indian sweets
Spirals, Diamonds and flowers
Pink, orange and green
Either littered with luxurious nuts
Or else frosted over with silver
Bulging out of plastic wrapping
Waiting to greet the party guests
Syrup dripping its culture everywhere.
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