Autumn Moment

This beauty turns my ashen heart

to flame and burns orange

autumn tongues within.

My soul bathes, basks and twists

in pools of white, November sun.

I breathe deep, damp earth.

A single leaf makes heavy

winter thoughts

light and dance delight in smoky

ribbons of wood fires.

This beauty

lifts me, for a moment

from the mire.

I am steeped in wonder

and my heart flies

across Turner’s autumn skies.

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