To Dance in Autumn's Arms

 
        Today I danced
           as Autumn's guest
           deep within the woods,
        Accompanied by the quiet trickles
           and burbles within the basin
           left behind by Spring runoff,
        Generously perfumed
           with the pure, clean
           earthscent of pine,
        Kissed by lips tasting,
           not of June berries,
           but of October apples
           that crisped sweet-tart
             on my tongue,
        Leaving me sticky
           with their juices
        Leading me, cider-stung,
           to play half-naked
           with a forest gnome
           upon the sward
           stained-glassed
             with jewel-toned leaves.
 
        Today I danced
           in Autumn's arms
           and even the angels
           envied me my life.

        (c) 1998 Madamesansnom

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