October’s Wiles

She’s an earthy lass
With curvaceous hips,
Nutty skin, berry lips
And a hint of sass.
Ripe as autumn fruit
With a trace of frosty rime,
She’ll seduce you every time
She comes around.
A flick of russet
And rouge smear of sunset,
Bits of leaves in her hair,
You’ll find her everywhere.

© Kim M. Russell, 2016


Image of Pomona, Roman Goddess of the Orchards, found on Pinterest

My response to imaginary garden with real toads October in the Chair

For this Weekend Mini-Challenge, Magaly has invited you to turn October into a poem.

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