miss scarlet...

crimson bursts upon my scene.
i want to paint my world red.
call me miss scarlet and i have done it...
in the car with my camera.

if i could, i'd pick up a paint brush
and color all the trees red.
i would make the sky a moody grey...
to set off the scene of crimson sea.
the leaves would rattle and billow
all around the path of charcoal grey.
dark greens and yellow-orange would be mere detail
to the stunning splattering of red.
but if my world was scarlet would it still be so stunning?


Autumn...let your hair blow
shake you tendrils down
crimson waves of luster
let sun set them on fire...


like chai tea before the fire
all the spices blend as one
they set my tongue to desire
come, cold spells....
come...

crimson shades of fall...