Autumn

Autumns leave by the sky.

A thousand leaves in the sky.

Maybe this is the season I get to see,

her maroon toned hair,

light brownish green eyes,

Peruvian brown skin that glows after summer time.

Oh Autumn,

wish to break fast with your rhythm and poetry,

fill up your vast blue like patterns on pottery,

cover the canvas, love and memories.

Should I paint them a picture,

Oh l would paint it with autumns palette,

express those dark nights I hoped for blue moons and fall in your palace.

Oh Autumn,

I wonder where you land, with the leaves you set free, sweet-tempered touch as you blew off to sea.