You came to me when fall was gleaming,

Like a dark wine, your presence seeming.

I gazed at you, with naught to mention,

Through the glass pane, caught by your intention.

Your locks, like maple's hue,

With autumn's radiance shining through.

I watched, enchanted by the sight,

No other compares to your pure light.

Autumn's woman, eyes of the night,

Honeyed heart, dreams holding plight.

Fall's maiden, rain tapping the pane,

Your self that fills this humble lane.

You depart with steps quieted,

Like fog on the river, morning-wed.

My spirit then poems embraced,

A temporary time, peaceful spaced.