Amber Autumn Girl
And she looks at mewith her amber brown eyes
And she gets up slowly
offering a white hand
Her black skirts shifting to reveal
Muddy tennis shoes.
I am surprised and take her hand.
She leads me outside
and I blink in the bright sunlight
that turns her dark hair
into a blaze of red
Falling to brush her shoulders.
Skin.
She scoops up a handful of
fallen leaves:
Red and orange, and brown and brilliant
yellow. She lets them fall into
the stream where they tumble
and twist in the pulling
churning current that is
as strong as my longing to
see this girl stripped of her cares,
and her side stepping silent dance,
her clever words
and the elegance hiding her
tennis shoes.
Bliss it would be to know just
a little bit more
to be trusted as a friend
in the deeper sense of the word.
She is my mysterious, amber,
Autumn girl.
Written: 2002
Poetry by Maija Liepins
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Written on 2017-04-05 at 19:27
Tags Autumn Self Atmosphere
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