Bittersweet Autumn —
delicious tang of
gold, rust and ochre,
crisp toasted
and rustling
with each step,
served up
on a broad plate
of astonishingly
blue sky.
— C.Birde, 11/16
Taste of Autumn — A Poem
Bittersweet Autumn —
delicious tang of
gold, rust and ochre,
crisp toasted
and rustling
with each step,
served up
on a broad plate
of astonishingly
blue sky.
— C.Birde, 11/16
1 Comment
A taste of autummmn, autummn, autummn…
How does that next line go? Kisses sweeter than wine? You know, in the old song “A Taste of Honey.”