My beauty

[whitman]

The night scattered my lover and
the stars like confetti, beauty caught
her, autumn winds brought the last
embers from the summer sun. Nature
tests it's brush with a shade from her
auburn hair making the tangerine mist declare
a different hue. My dearest's eyes are painted
into the windows of the night previewing
her ravishing gaze until it becomes a
satellite shared with the world then raised
to the stars.Winter takes her symmetry as
her eyes shimmer through his mask reaching
summer who pines for a landscape redefined,
but fingers cannot reach flakes of snow, winter
sings it's frosty climes as my beloved climbs beauty's
vine. The soft winds of spring stroke the vine to
reveal her grace, four seasons construct a palace,
in the single pane she is a blend of each-colors
merge, snow floats on the yellow tides of summer.
My suitor becomes a fifth season, the guide to
five winds that blow against my heart.