If My Name Were Autumn Poem by Anya C

If my name were Autumn, I would snug up to you
By a little fire-place, all-around warm and rouge

I would save all the colours, then paint you shade by shade
Kindle all the forlorn hopes, where your thoughts pervade

I would churn out a careful mead, pour out my aged caveats
Wait for you to sip in the brew, then weave you dreamy nattes

For the blush should oneday fade, I'll imbibe the haze in grain
Mull over the memoir every sunset, and every year, do it again...