Sun’s fingers have pushed under
this scattering of bronzed leaves
across my path,lifted them into flame
golden, brilliant. I dare to tread
into this bold November fire
wanting a dream of heat to course through me.
Sun’s fingers have pushed under
this scattering of bronzed leaves
across my path,lifted them into flame
golden, brilliant. I dare to tread
into this bold November fire
wanting a dream of heat to course through me.