Autumn Bride

Autumn Bride

Tresses like the currents
In a dark autumn river
Tied around the bend in a bun

Pastel rainbow circles her blouse
Round yonder bosom
Where night sleeps

Midnight spandex
Hugs her hips
In the muscled strength
Of a Selkie who shed her seal skin
To roam the Irish glens
On a human husband quest

Her voice a mystic song
That echoes ethereally
In enchantress lilt
Echoing on shamrock banks
Of rivers of lore
Where her barefoot shimmy
Signs the grassy knolls