As the leaves turn red on the branches
She walks in multiple layers
Kicking the dried ones out of her way
Her hands are blue with the temperature
Eyes brown in the autumn sun.
As she sees the roads clear of snow
Being replaced by new flowers of purple and yellow and what not
A new-found happiness grows inside
A new curve of red forming on her face.
As her face glistens with sweat
She spreads her arms like wings
And takes in the sharp heat
That turns her skin a low pink.
All these seasons changed colors with her
But the color of happiness stayed the same
In her eyes; a hazel brown with the setting sun
And a deep dark ebony with the rising moon
