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

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

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