Autumn Gypsy
by
Janalyn Voigt
Autumn tiptoes stealthily
Across the thirsty land,
Drenching fields in greenary,
Paintbrush in her hand.
Ragged gypsy, fire-bright,
She sighs in every tree.
Restless, wanton, sylvan sprite,
She twirls her skirts with glee.
The hills repose in solitude.
The leaves have turned to gold.
Nature by her is subdued,
Enchanted as of old.
