The Autumn Queen

The forest looks eerie and dead

I’m hesitant to wander inside,

Ghostly trees with pale trunks

Leaves disappearing to hide.

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The forest soldiers undressing

As the bark peels to the ground,

Foliage at floor level dried, dead

And the white mist all surrounds.

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I carefully take a step forward

Enveloped in the eeriest silence,

No buzz of a bee, song of a bird

Are they dead or fled in alliance?

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Another couple of steps inside

The crunch of the dead leaves,

So loud as my feet crush them

Limbs bowing as they grieve.

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I slowly turn in a circle searching

Looking for any colour in sight,

The mist is so very convincing

As it tries to tell me it is night.

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I know it’s really not true at all

It’s not even noon by my time,

I’ve heard the rumours in town

Darkness, a death knell climb.

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I spin suddenly, glimpsing colour

Hiding behind those dark trees,

A woman, partly fading in and out

Dressed in brown Autumn leaves.

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No I’m mistaken, more colours

There’s browns, orange, reds,

Black, yellow and white as well

Woven together in fine threads.

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A quilted skirt of forest leaves

A crown of tree limbs in her hair,

Plant seeds adorn both wrists

And the fur shoes she wears.

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Nature’s saviour, I’ve no doubt

In no time the forest will be green,

She’ll weave her magic in a day

She’s the long lost Autumn Queen.

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