The fire without,
red eyed
with the dying of
the sun,
looks into the
windows
and sees
its reflection.
It is putting on
its make-up
for the night.
Thursday, 14 November 2013
Wednesday, 6 November 2013
The tree is in love
The tree is in love
with Autumn
wearing its hearts on its sleeve
in a yellow blush.
Like birds returning to roost
heart-leaves gather;
a warm snuggle,
a smile on the soul.
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