seduction of autumn

his eyes glowed: deep amber,
though fragile in the mist. they were
warm, intense,
restless energy warding off the chill;

(they said it's the
colour, the sheer radiance
that does it, and i suppose
they must have been
right --)

he gave me the littered leaves,
his own creations; twisted chestnut
pendants and a fairy-coloured crown
with the wind of his breath,

(to have and to hold, he said,
he'd always return)

how could i resist? though i knew i
was hardly the first or the only,
i comprehended;
tasted his lure, drank his beauty...

and i was ensnared.