It is late
in the evening;
she undresses her skin,
while winds rustle
through her hair.
In these autumn hours,
she chills
and fills murmuring minutes
with mellifluous memories.
Her eyes -
green to orange
(maybe yellow to red)
and her breath,
the patchouli
of wilted wonders;
as she transforms
to hibernate.

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