You make one feel
like a young woman indeed
roaming in the Garden of Victoria
on an evening wintry cold nude absolutely

no fear of Adam’s spear
he was meant to sow without fear

seasonal youth has since evaded
we have been with snow loaded

leaves buds and petals
have all suddenly withered away
comes autumn now our way
smearing all fragrance astray

colorful hues go away whom, does autumn bare
as if she was another one
of her lovely womanly ware

we all love to see ourselves
in a mirror like a brazened tree
abandoned of all kaleidoscope leaves
ruffled wrinkles left only

is this not depicting a wintry autumn
with all her loveliness and beauty
as it is now coming freely
is it consequence of global warming

A lover of natural exotic beauty
for all times that one may be

wow autumn is still serenity