Autumn Maiden

Upon weaving September’s quilt,
He wove one tree in color’s strange.
Beautifully forlorn-
The maiden tree to autumn change.

Drenched in shades of dawn,
She casts her auburn gold,
And amidst the blossom’s green,
Blooms in autumn crimson bold.

The flowers bend and bow
To her perfumed garments fair,
While butterflies and birds
Like hands run through he hair.

The brilliant leaves she weeps
When upon the breeze set sail,
Cover the sky and moon like stars-
A gentle wind caught veil.

Watching the sky erupt
And the melting sun decline,
She cradles soft her dreams,
Amidst September’s sewn design.

This maiden autumn tree
Wove upon His spinning loom,
Brought to tears His heart
Before with joy He did resume.