As the rain passes by, the autumn leaves peek through
the acorns tumbled down the earth, it felt like home again.
we sat by the fire alone ,the words fell out
a whisper of ember
felt like fire lit up in an ice cold aura
locks with delicate crinkled waves like the maple leaves
that get flown away by  cold breezes
your eyes freckled  with gold and a gaze of raw honey
the notion I left behind with the remains of
ash and smoke from sparks of the dying fire. - Opal