Oh her different shades of hair,
the cloaks of soul’s nobility,
each silken strand enhanced
by the autumn qualities —
Of golden rays to brighten sky
and call to dreamers of the young,
to humble earthy browns with curls
ushering this lowly poet on —
With dabbles at the tip faint reds,
the sign of skilled enchanting,
the highlights for a hint implied
between the slyest bantering.
Oh how her different shades of hair
invoke the summer’s breath,
that deep in lifeless, winter white,
can provide a warm glow yet.
Inspired by the most serendipitous bantering.