This is a form created my Mary Lou Healy, writing as Mlou on Allpoetry.com.
It is patterned after her own “Autumn’s Imperious Call”.
I’m blown away on the wildling winds of fall.
Almost, it seems, I have no will at all
but melt into those colored dancing streams
that swirl and whirl, painting my leaf-filled dreams.
Painting my leaf-filled dreams with amber light
that glows and goes straight to the heart of things.
This is the season when my hopes take flight
and soar to more ardent heights on burning wings.
On burning wings, my autumn days are borne
into an endless sky. I must obey
the bright command. As leaves from trees are torn,
on falling, calling notes, I’m blown away.
Pasted from http://allpoetry.com/poem/11672061-Autumns-Imperious-Call-by-Mlou