Late Autumn Nights

Late Autumn Nights

She cupped the moon

High above the maple

That was slowly

Removing her gown

In that easy

Seductive dance

Of autumn.

She gained the advantage

Shaking loose

Her starry locks

Brushing them

Across my eyes

And those of the old

Barn owl

Patrolling the softly lit

Fields

Newly harvested.

She would remain with me

All the night

Taking me into the mystery

Of her marred features

Her throaty hum

Measured the passion

She shared with me

And any other

Willing to stay long enough

To dance the dark

And kiss away

The shadows and the freeze.