Autumn Mistress by Claudia Perez

The night comes so early now,
As though the eyes of the universe
Are suddenly far too heavy
To illuminate the world around me.
Enveloped within the crisp autumn air,
Soon to become brutal and unforgiving,
The deep earthy hues
Would not think to speak
Of the finality of death; rather,
They revel in anticipation of the new
As they lightly drift
Into a long and peaceful slumber.
And I, so eager to join them,
Settle securely within protective arms
Which surpass the chills and trembling,
Arms that endure the many
Still and endless nights,
To embrace the fair enchantment
Of my soft amber dreams
And lie, quietly nestled,
Within the bosom of the divine.

Brit Fedorev has worked in various forms of expression over the years - from poetry, playwriting and novel writing to dance, theatre and photography. A graduate of Northwestern University, Ms. Fedorev is the author of Scarlet Apples & Cream, a collection of original poetry, and two stage plays, entitled Revealed and Moondance. She currently works as a full-time staff journalist. Ms. Fedorev finds her greatest bliss in her son, Hunter Evan Uri, the aroma of Celestial Spice incense and the divine act of creation.

E-mail Brit at: theatre@earthlink.net