Autumnal Hues
Krysleen L. Granada
Seemingly, a prismatic crystal refracted
the misted horizon,
as hues of amaranthine and sapphire
smeared the atmosphere.
The autumnal breath hummed through
my ears;
imprinting a memory with a hymn of
consolation.
I sauntered my way into the woods,
and gently wrapped her favorite daisies
in my palms.
I held her perfume out of my pocket
and inhaled the heavenly smell of
vanilla.
Still, the wafting scent traces every part
of hers, which left me in an enchanting
daze.
I halted as I found her under the maple
tree,
where our names were crafted on the
trunk.
Her long and wavy chestnut hair was
tousled by the cold breeze.
“Darling, I’m here..” I whispered.
My smile turned into a mischievous grin
as I slowly strode my way towards her.
I enveloped my arms around her waist,
and grazed my hands across her petite
frame.
I swayed her into dance,
as psithurism crafts soundscapes in our
souls, with the melody of sensation,
bliss and longing.
Luminous petals of silver suddenly
scattered in the night sky, beckoning the
radiant epistle of our exchanged
wedding vows –
creatively encrypted in transfigured light.
I interlocked my fingers along her pallid
ones as I continually dance her corpse.
“I will always love you..
‘til death do us part.”
Published: April 25, 2022