She’s a redhead
Much like you,
Dressed in earth tones
With red lipstick
And shiny red nails,
Perfect
To the smallest detail.
If autumn is a woman
She’s misty and aloof
Careful with her words
Much like you.
Mysterious and silent
As a rainy afternoon,
Shy and compliant
Yet pervasive as perfume—
A watercolor memory,
A catchy tune
That lingers long after,
Exactly like you.