Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2012
You take a warm autumn’s morning with trepidation;
Fall, as we know, is a fooler, a flame-dressed trickster
Whose promises are those of a lover false, given over
To desire’s fire-filled days and night’s cooling passions.
This then, is autumn’s promise: Love is a fool’s full moon,
remembering is a flame leaf lost on winter’s wind.
794
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems