Her wrists’ tinkling trinkets chime

and silver anklet bells ring and clang

they herald she is coming

with her flowy skirt

pirouetting around.

Gypsy’s blue eyes 

are windows to her soul

sometimes full

other times longing for love.

At the end of day,

she lies down to rest

and quietly listens to the night.

Autumn breeze twirls 

and crisp fallen leaves rustle

where forest creatures forage around.

Slowly twilight falls 

tiptoeing in silence

under the full harvest moon.