The Lady Of Autumn Poem by Micah Krahn

Each season is the start of something beautiful.

A fragile seedling, in need of water and sunshine to begin to out of her en caged shell of captivity.

Spring the start of something anew! The birth of a flowerling, her delicate elegance towering over the grass seedlings.The inception of all living things, beheld in wonder and amazement as an esprit steps out of its pod anew.

A stem of fragile grace, an axil of awe to behold. Her lifesong is a melody, a symphony of sonnets.

Spring is Juliet's Romeo.

As Summer strengthens into the warm awesome heavenly rays of summertide sunshine, yearning and outstretching herself to feel strengthened an aura of radiant illumination.

As Summer begins to fade, the perfect soul of a Faeried flower into the Lady of Autumn.

Summer is Romeo's Juliet.

The dawning of her beautiful season, Fall.

Lady Autumn who strengthens herself from the four seasons of strength, each giving her an exquisite new genesis to her entity, the life of her most treasured season, as her body transforms into her bridal ceremonial creature of essence.

Her seasoned dress, already whiplashed through the cyclone of three colour scented seasons, gone as fast as they came.

The green foliaged trunk of her dress gathered from seasons of thrice. Woven into a rippled intricate vines of the golden fabric of Fall. Streaking all the colours of the sunset, a trace of all the painter's pallet of paints, painting the ever stained the autumn leaves with the bleeding heart of summer's last sunset.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

As Autumn evaporates, Winter becomes one with her world. Glistening into a shimmering winter wonderland, her blindingly grand stemmed dressed body. A Faery Queen of of the Meadow. Reflecting the sunbeaming rays upon her withered and turmoiled her friendlings and blinding the creeping frost slithering around her majestic stalk,

Winter is like a spreading like a plague, a disease of blackened silver rot will not become the death of her.

The last of her kind. Awaiting Spring. Her final gift of life, are the seeds within her. This is her ultimate trifecta. The circle of life.

She will live again through her the lives of her offspring; she gives birth to her children, seedlings of faery flowerlings. Her children will multiply ten-fold. Greatness will empower them as she remembers her life.

She remembers her life as A Princess of Spring. A Empress of Summer. A Lady of Autumn. A Queen of Winter.

And her Legacy of Queens will continue!

July 23,2013