Autumn s Gentle Tap

The autumn wind, a gentle tap,
Upon my window pane did clap.
I opened wide, and there she stood,
Autumn, crowned in gold and wood.

A mane of hair, a fiery red,
A sculpted nose, lips brightly spread.
Her lips like berries, in a haze,
A mischievous glint, in eyes, a playful gaze.

Such light and warmth, a vibrant hue,
Felt my heart with joy completely new.
I stood and watched, her beauty bright,
In velvet dress of leaves, so light.

I stood aside, in stunned surprise,
She entered in, before my eyes.
Such beauty, like a windswept flight,
No other could compare, so bright.

Enveloped by the evening's gleam,
She came to share a gentle dream.
The autumn wind, in rhythm strong,
Leaves danced a golden, swirling throng.

A sadness deep within me stirred
A melody of autumn, unheard.
A whisper of the days gone by,
A poignant echo, in my sigh.

Autumn played her sweet, soft tune,
Then melted into night's dark swoon.
The moon, a silver, gentle face,
Sent Autumn's greeting, in its grace.

Though she has gone, her image stays,
An autumn sonnet, in a haze.
Of life's eternity, love's refrain,
Day's colours bright, and moon's soft rain.

Oh, Autumn, in my heart you dwell,
A moment's beauty, a magic spell.
Your autumn gift, I'll hold so dear,
This meeting, precious, will ever be near.