Coco

Fall has finally returned 

From a 

Long, 

Long   

Trip. 

She arrives at our doors, 

Fell in love with a golden illusion. 

World veiled in a bronze light, 

Everything felt right. 

The warmth of sun kissing skin, 

The reassurance of night, 

My soul

is the sea-skimming air

that whistles through young children’s shells,

mimicking siren calls

It is

the hurricane gusts

Hair like lightning

Sprung from her head,

In her garden she chased

Spirits of the dead.

"The keeper of the ghosts!"

The townsfolk would cry,

And from foggy windows,