Autumn: A Paradelle

by Shelby Knapp
(PA )

Feel the stare of the scarecrows deep green eyes.
Feel the stare of the scarecrows deep green eyes.
Autumn running through my hair, like your fingers.
Autumn running through my hair, like your fingers.
Feel my hair through your fingers
your autumn eyes running deep.

With straw on my skin we are harvesting ideas.
With straw on my skin we are harvesting ideas.
They will fly away, one afternoon, like a kite.
They will fly away, one afternoon, like a kite.
My ideas are harvesting
like a fly on afternoon skin.

Now the moon is too high to ease your strained neck.
Now the moon is too high to ease your strained neck.
Perfectly plump, the pumpkin you picked but never got.
Perfectly plump, the pumpkin you picked but never got.
Never perfect but, you strain
to ease your plump neck.

We are harvesting with Autumn.
Feel my fingers running on your skin,
We will fly away.
Easing your neck,
your green eyes stare at the moon,
That perfect pumpkin.