A forest changes to golden from green
young spirited girl into a teen
red, yellow, and brown leaves fall
gazing at her reflection,
curves
like an artist would draw
a scenic landscape
forms one season into the next
her hands caress a newly formed breast
summer birds exit taking their noise
trading in dolls for an interest in boys
when the last leaves fall
and cold crispens the air
a sensual woman
at whom you might stare
strikes her sexiest pose
on top of earth that is froze
Sweet Mother Earth's cycle
sweeps by us and goes.
Ginger Moon