Daughter of the Autumn

She sat alone in structures stone,
Peering thru one portal 'lone.
At her canvassed panning view.
She thought across her fading scape,
Of plush greens
To flaming sence,
Yellow, reds a mix of every shade:
But her moments were few.

Long she waited patiently
For here gift of creativeity
To perform,
And adorn
From her nimble hands, as each stroke
From her brush would provoke
The admiration of the North Breese.

Daughter of the Autumn gust
Had turned your color into dust!

Dani LaReaux aka Daniel Gary Roe akaDaniel Thomas Roe copyright 1998