Autumnal Majesty
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A vision stands, a queen of autumn's hall.
Her gown, a tapestry of golden light,
Unfurls like leaves that dance in morning's sight.
With flowers in hand, a symbol of her might,
She reigns supreme, a guardian of the night.
The forest whispers secrets in her ear,
As leaves, like golden tears, fall, and disappear.
In this still moment, time stands still,
And we are lost in the beauty that she fulfills.
Her presence is a balm to weary souls,
A reminder of the beauty that makes us whole.
In her eyes, a deep wisdom shines,
A knowing glance that speaks of ancient lines.
She is the keeper of the autumnal gate,
A threshold to the mysteries of fate.
With every step, she weaves a subtle spell,
That draws us in, and makes our spirits swell.