Under the Introvert Sun

Your loosened hair Gleaming in the benign sun Roses in our blood inhale dense air Decking up before departure has begun The green is paling one by one It's the dance of death in colour A fountain of farewell with a hue For the cracking bones of October Palliating painters seated in queue Picasso brown red and blue The message on the train is as clear as an apple Our hues are too fleeting to hold Come let's dance dear before yellowing begins in maple Before our roots get too old Under the introverted autumn sun let's melt our gold October 20, 2020 Autumn Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Francine Roberts