White shorts peek out from my dress of a thousand leaves
Sewn together with the string from the bark of a tree
Indian Summer within my hair as the breeze gently tosses it about
The boy was on his bike as his lengthy curly hair gave way to whispers of autumn before the frost
And his eyes like two crystal ponds that lay beyond the boundary of my house
He greets me, a smile that could melt even the harsh noonday sun
And my thirteen year old heart grasps him as butterflies in my stomach have their fun
We laugh and speak of the coming winter and how she loves to chase away life
As she decorates the world with pearlescent tissue paper wings and ice
Speaking of ice, the snow queen saunters by and nods towards us
And a sudden frisson travels down my spine as her gaze tears at my gown of leaves
My autumn grows smitten and follows her thereafter as my breath is caught within my throat
I walk down the road with my tangled Indian Summer hair
And I watch with dismay as my butterflies disperse into the air
My autumn boy had stolen my thirteen year old heart and returned it back to me
And I cover my face with my rose-petal hands so my tears he cannot see
And I will sit here until another late summer
Watch me, watch me as I slip into the spring of forever

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