She is the Fall by Tess Gori

Her dark eyes are the envy of the warm, brown leaves

as they aspire to match her depth and beauty.

Her tanned skin,

harbors the memory of the summer's warmth and effervescence,

as her welcoming arms shield you,

from the bitter cold,

and inspire feelings of safety.

while her long black curls,

fall down her back

like leaves from a beautiful tree,

her voice,

as smooth as the fall wind,

offers comfort to each person who hears it

She is my mother,

and her presence,

mirrors the Fall.