I am not a girl of Summer
though the sea runs through my veins
and I would happily swim
from dawn to dusk.
I am not a Coppertone baby
with flowing yellow hair,
golden strands gleaming
in the sun, perfection of tan skin
and white smiles.
I am a girl of Autumn,
burnished leaves and snowy landscapes
my favorite things;
books and fires and sweaters and long walks
I am the pale girl
with hair brown as a sable coat,
soft and rich and full of depth.
it is when its copper threads catch the sun
you’re given a hint of the fiery and passionate nature
revealed to few
only to one.