Poetry Collection Vol.1: Ex Nihilo

Ode to Red Autumn

From her crown, falls beautiful hues of red, gracing eyesight

Strands composing tresses of long roseate delight

Grand and imposing, dresses world in her sadness of blight

Once Summer, crimson baroness, our Autumn of old

Eloquent and compelling as she, thus this poet's bestowing ode

As returns indefinitely each ring, the more so heavenly her glow

Her Singing bears voice of such haunting, wonderful tones

Spilling forth from lips as red as the season's leaves in breeze

Red Autumn, she is, she gives, a somber, sanguine dream.