With gentle brushstrokes
the Autumn tiptoes
hums on crimson hands
to mark on leaves
her amber kiss for equinox;
to welcome candle light
and soup for dinner
to whisper rain and wind
to cover us in fog
to rot and let us fall asleep.

Today De hosts the Quadrille at dVerse, the word is hum, and I went with an autumn poem. Earlier this summer I saw an exhibition about Alphonse Mucha and his history was really fascinating, especially his monumental work “the Slav Epic”.