Autumn’s artist arranges auburn pigment on her palette.
Beauty begins beneath her burnished brush,
startling silent somber silhouettes,
teasing tired and tangled tresses
with rich, ravishing russet robes.
Sweet, sensuous saunter of September
lures languid lips to lilting laughter
as color collides carelessly in crimson climax.
Lyrics of lost love lisp lurid lullabies.
Ethereal enchantment echoes on the evening’s exterior
while inside Premonition is peering perplexedly at
the passage of Time.
© Janet Martin
Having fun with alliteration and the Sunday Whirl