His October
A tribute to Ichigo and Senna
She was Autumn -
Fall, His Fall
She was his pile of crisp leaves
The one he had Fallen in
She reveled up above, high, free
Sometimes she fluttered to the ground,
an Autumn leaf, set ablaze by the sun.
He caught her – always
She was fleeting, untamed,
The spirit of the wind
He was the tree, strongly rooted
But he must have let go...
She was a flash of color,
a spark in the cold,
His thirty-one days of October
And then He was alone...
She was an intricate leaf, October
Preserved in a book, forgotten long ago
But he wouldn't, couldn't remember
That season that never came.
Author note:- This is my tribute to Ichigo and Senna. I love Senna's Autumn beauty! I'm getting kind of sick of 'summery' girls, 'Shall I compare thee to an Autumn's afternoon?':) Sounds more romantic to me, all those colors and scents. Too bad we don't get no nice red Autumns in Abu Dhabi :) Hope you enjoyed it! Please review!