My Second Love, Autumn

I have an affinity for Autumn and the wind, but this is for Autumn.

My love he comes but once a year,
his dazzling face clears my fear.
His hair is laden with his love,
the love he wields falls from above.
We walk a path of red delight,
into the sun that shines so bright.
His hair, crimson gold on fire,
he is all that I can admire.
His beauty holds no human bounds,
his essence is all that surrounds.
Up in the trees and on the ground,
everywhere you look he is found.
Red, gold and orange his true joy,
his fascination like a boy.
His brilliance fills my vision,
our love is like a collision.
With me he cannot stay for long,
oh, how my love for him is wrong.

Author's Note

Bah...I hate it and feel that it is unfinished, but cannot think of anything more to say...at the moment.

Reviews

[Michael X]

Poems like this are the reason readers take the opportunity to explore
words and writing, the way you've composed the rhythm shows a focus
for choosing the right word at the right time, and the vision is

so romantic that the reader can't help but fall into the moment,
this reminds me of the golden years, when all is well, and love
is only limited to the depth of the heart, classy, elegant, and passionate

[Helen Crutchett]

I am partial to Autumn too, but not the wind! Such a fascinating and colorful time of the year and you have penned this very well indeed!

[Tate Morgan]

This is really well done

[loowzerX]

i love autumn too! :)

[Tina Kline]

I love it. The imagery you used as Autumn being a love was wonderful, usually one reads about women being compared to nature. It has everything an autumn poem needs and it has a rhythm that would make it perfect to read out loud.

[Tony]

You have a vision of colors that are all that is Autumn and the romance that goes hand in hand with that you expressed as a male genre. There is a personal heartfelt closeness that I feel with your words, something I might wish someone saw the Autumn in me.

Antony

[Crow]

You have described true majesty of autumn, the beauty so few see or appreciate. This piece has built up my desire to take off and wittiness the beauty of autumn when the time comes.

[An owl on the moon]

I love your personification of autumn.. the boundless beauty of the colors and the passion. Very lifting write!