Pulled apart the shadowing leaves like toffee,
ordered the clouds above to darken,
let the wind whisp her hair into licorice,
powdered sugar between her eyelashes,
face lit up like a jack-o-lantern.
The insides of her wrist scented of cinnamon,
knee-high socks and leather skirts,
sweaters of morning fog,
scarves of coffee mornings.
queen of fall, feared the wrath she had borne once more.
