Her Autumn

She said to me that

She hates the color of her hair

As threads of silver

Mixed with the lush chestnut

Sparkle in the sunlight.

I glance at her husband

He stares at her like she hung the stars

And the moon

And I say

To this beautiful earth goddess

All seasons are beautiful

Remember Autumn

As greens change to gold

Breathless beauty unfolds

And I see her husband

And don’t have to be told

That her autumn season

Is the one he loves most.

For L.

Thank you for holding space for me.