Alliterations of Autumn

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