Lady Autumn lies discarded now.
Left alone - her stick- like bones
are lying under trees where they have blown.
The fiery colors of her verdant dresses lie in brown
heaped on icy, frosted ground.
Sparkling gossamer that held her hair in leafy wreaths
now unraveled by bitter winds- almost as if saying
she must never dance again.
But promises of spring, in tight buds, appear on dried twigs,
blowing winds whisper the secrets of emerald, summery green,
stirring within a frozen kingdom's, dormant majesty.
As Winter makes his stormy presence near,
her blithe light, finally overcome,
she looks to fading crimson skies
and sees her spirit rise.
Suzanne Delaney is a retired Registered Nurse. Born in Tasmania, Australia she is now residing in North Carolina, USA. She has a fond passion for writing poetry, creating mixed media collages, and for traveling.