Season Of Roots

I can not remember an Autumn..
More beautiful then ~ Thee….
Announced by thy well-come ~
Ash velvet ‘pon balsam’s dew..

Scented by thy fall wonderment….
Amidst thee third season of roots..
Neath gently brooks of leafly mint..
Sung by thy breast ~ harmonic flutes.

Ye….A prophecy of a heart….
With no menace towards mine….
Set part mid thy climatic chart..
With breezy signs of arts design..

Sing to me.. O Autumns thumb…
Bring thy yielding into my rule..
Whilst I drink thy buttered rum…
Fromst thy banks of serenity pool

Thou art velvet ashes ~ O'er me
Gathering curves from bendy bushes
Under the sea of a barefoot tree..
Amidst inviting pearly blushes…