With crimson hair aflame
through water made untame
She burns with sultry stare
to make our passions flare
as icy droplets slide
spinning down her spine
a tickling teasing track
'til she arch her back
then we are left to sigh
as lusty daydreams fly
And wish, and want
for that which won't

The leaves are shades
of amber, crimson, purple
like summer sunset clinging
to the tree tops
In these autumn days
struggling against
the coming winter cold
that whispers
to us all
upon the north wind