Autumn Girl.

Darkness under the eyes,
smile shy of ethereal,
lifting the corners of the
world and making dreams
out of happiness at the
bottom of a coffee cup.

A shortness of breath,
tranquil with the expectancy
of death, the air is cold
and wholesome, freezing
over the parts that won't
survive when winter comes.

Colored in seasons, blood
changes the thickness of its
truth, fickle and cruel, you
were made for the summer but
no flowers grow by your side,
hold steady, on grave we'll try.

Freckles over dark mountains,
a warm coat of your own, teach
the winter to bow down to your
fire, oh girl of autumn, bring the
death of time to our doorstep, let
the world fall in colors at your feet.