Autumn Rush

Your eyes as green as the emerald forest.

Smile dreams of firelight in a burning autumn sky. 

the trees resonate the ancient mantras of time past 

Cooling winds fed by milky moonlight fortel seasons. 

Golden leaves float in the thin air drifting like ghost 

The reflecting golden wavelets on the pond 

See a rising mist of summers breath cover them. 

And the rush of autumn

stirs my hair like a mother's touch.