~Her heart belongs to the harvest moon~
~Her soul a portrait of autumn blooms~
~Paint for her a portrait...
a glowing tribute to autumn's sun
with artist's strokes of amber gold;
firespun glory dazzling the horizon.
Dabble a hint of harvest's kiss,
for winter hangs listless upon the air,
to thrill the heart, steal the eye
of flannel clad lover's passing by...
wrapped in the midday, autumn sky.
~Paint for her a portrait...
of breathtaking specks of golds & browns.
Dotted horizons of mottled trees
under autumn's spell is bound.
Faded the greens of summer's youth
on the winds of winter's touch.
Enchanted, her autumn soul surrenders,
to spectacular colors bold on display.
Her harvest heart is destined to stay
lost in the beauty of this brisk fall day.
~Paint for her a portrait...
of a cool, crisp autumn breeze:
whipping, white gusts with tails of blue
chilling the core of life it seems.
Barren branches reach for the sky
as upon the ground their glory lies.
Resplendent through winter's brevity,
in frozen slumber these giants sleep.
Piled high their earthen hues in heaps,
scattered playfully by children's leaps.
~Paint for her a portrait...
of perfection this autumn's night.
Behold the illustrious, alluring pearl
floating on ocean's of starry delight,
and dappled with wintry shades of blue.
Shadows allude to a grander design
offering intrigue for a spiritual mind;
"O' mystical watchman o'er the fields
such lunar promise of hope you wield
for bountiful harvests and crops to yield."
~Paint for her a portrait...
of glistening frost on the pumpkin crops...
a cozy cottage, a crackling hearth
with swirling smoke from the chimney tops.
For a moment time seems to stop...
to capture this moment, in breathless sighs,
and paint a portrait through artist's eyes.
A celebration unfurls for the beauty around
while nestled inside, a family sleeps sound
snuggled in quilts and warm feather downs.
~Paint for her a final portrait...
of God's season so full of charm,
of families, friends, and gatherings
before a hearth of love and warmth.
Cleanse her soul with autumn's scents:
hickory smoke, cider, and pumpkin pies.
Sounds of love and laughter fill the air.
She will never forget and forever lie
as autumn's child for her very soul relies
on memories beneath these harvest skies.
