Ye Olde Witches Brew Magazine
Embracing the Vintage Witch

Enfolding her arms around us
She overtakes the cycle
Inviting spasms of orange, red and yellow hue
Autumn rushes into view

Forever amber, crying your name
Taking our spirits unto her
Within a sybaritic melody
We are entranced by her symphony

Cool mornings, warm days, Inviting nights
She weaves a web of enticement
Come, stay with me and together we will see
An opening to nature's excitement

Sweet Summer you left with promises of tomorrow
And Autumn came upon us
How long will she stay before we must say
December arrives to embalm us.

Cynthia Grove
Copyright August 31, 2009

By Cynthia Grove