A breeze
gently caress my skin,
as the sun sets
on the horizon.
Its rays
paint the fallen leaves
of a deep red,
putting in an icy rest
the last traces of summer.
Poem (C): Me
“Autumn Leaves (detail)” (C): Tom Scott
“Forest in Autumn” (C): Gustave Gourbet
“Autumn Leaves (detail)” (C): John Everett Millais
“Mariana” (C): John Everett Millais