It's Still Life

She Is Autumn

What’s with her darkness
that comes so quickly as autumn,
the way she dresses in mist
and carries storms in her head.

What’s with the way she
removes blossoms like stockings,
tossing them aside
in a dying landscape.

And what’s with this silence
as she discards her halo and wings,
and dries blood red
on every wrinkle of leaves.

Digital Art is mine. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter