by BlueCynder » Sat Apr 16, 2011 8:11 am
Kinda wierd and definately not perfect but I hope it was what you wanted ^^
Evening walks among the orchard,
She greets the dancing dusk,
A spirit of the air;
A lady, if you must,
Her dress a robe of twilight,
Her eyes awash with sun.
She places gems of water,
Along the grass, among
The apples fallen, withered
By her master, Autumn Sire,
Coloured in the lilac glow
Of Winter’s sharp satire.