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I watched her for a while,     

walking down the golden-leaf colored path,

Listening to her steps go crunch crunch crunch

As she stepped on the beautiful death.

Her hair glistened amber

While she passed through the sun rays

Escaping past the naked branches of the trees.

She exhaled a fresh crisp breeze

That filled the land with her autumn song.

She did not know that I was near,

Waiting,

Waiting to destroy her while she pranced her harvest dance.

 

I had to do it. Time asked for it.

I had to engulf her completely,

And with my icy sweep

I would take over her crimson canvas

And paint it my barren wonderland.

 

I am beautiful too; cold

And clean and dormant,

Bringing sleep’s weighty eyelids to

Many prepared for rest.

I bring the solace that saturates air so densely

That even the snapping of a twig

Sounds like the orange-vested hunter’s gun shot.

Perhaps I will snap a twig to announce my presence.

 

She looked up from her dreamy musings

And studied me like a deer with

Her brown ocean eyes, drowning me in her innocence.

If I could have, I would have

Smiled

A chilling sneer but I just peered

Back with my stoic periwinkle stare.

I knew she recognized me and was

At that moment

Sorting through her cornucopia of ideas

That were undulating through her lovely pumpkin head.

 

I began to walk towards her with a menacingly steadiness,

And flee and flutter as she did, I caught her in my icy grip.

I strangled the color from her lungs and the earth succumbed

To my December reign.