SCARECROW IN DISGUISE

There was lightning in her eyes 
on the crisp fall day
when oranges and purples
lowered the curtain 
behind Hayley.
In her frilly, fall finery, 
she was ready to gather 
tricks and treats.
One blue eye shining, 
one brown eye hidden,
a testament of 
Her divergent natures.
Dare she give in 
to her scarecrow side,
which drew her to 
the fields of dirt
and roots and mud?

Mischief lurked 
in her smile,
hidden behind 
an autumn leaf,
but the leaf she held
and the blue of her eye,
and the ribbons she wore
in her golden hair
couldn’t disguise
the daughter of earth 
with dirt under her nails.