SpitFire19er

She stood there in silence The wind was blowing The leaves moved with the draft Her hair flowing The red and orange of leaves Clashed with her dress As she twirled, the wind Blew the leaves into a mess The thin layer of frost Coved the gray, broken bark Of the old trees and the River, so dark Her eyes were a deep green They clashed with the red leaves With a unique flaw, that stole Your soul like thieves The wind lifted her hair Swirled and twirled together It tangled in the strong breeze Curly, light as a feather Her neck, bare to the bite Of the cold, Fall air Olive skin, soft as silk With no flaws, no tear Her figur