Stealing itself against the sharp edge of Winter,
waiting in silent anticipation of day’s end
Sun’s last cry of surrender to night strikes
her cold, hard body, as flint to steel..
Igniting a spark, flicker of brilliance
setting Autumn’s fine petticoats on fire!
Watch her sway and burn with bright desire
to be caressed by his glow, kissed by his hot breath
as bitter darkness follows close behind.
But in that briefest of moments she blazes with glory,
they dance in fiery passion, embracing end of day
when azure skies and butterflies have gone away.
Promises are whispered in the shadow of delight
that while she sleeps he will keep the firelight
aglow.
She knows
his word is true.
“See you in the Spring, my lovely,” he whispers as he slips the petticoats from her
body and kisses her to sleep.
Do not weep.
She will return, together they will burn again in Spring.
CKP Copyright words and images 2018
Love the Ink Spots…
Dreaming Reality 
Wow. Good call
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Thanks.
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The light through these leaves is *gorgeous*.
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Yes! Don’t you just love Autumn’s hues? 👏🏻
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Thanks Dan.
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Good to hear the Ink Spots here! And that’s a good poem, and I’m usually not a fan…
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Thanks John. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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“…petticoats on fire!” Beautiful pictures and beautiful words. And great song too!
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Thanks Pam! 😀
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Wow! And here, all along, I just thought they were pretty leaves 😉
Impressive writing, Cheryl.
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There’s always a backstory Dan. I’m glad you liked the poem. 😊
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