Autumn Alone
~Autumn Alone~
Dearest Autumn of glory and rage
of windswept memory
still alive on the page
I ponder and dream
of love once held
for now
the dusty book
alone on the shelve
If only to rekindle
a fire of orange glow
a lifetime of promise
of love I bestow
Each leaf of gold fire
tattered
torn..........
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2016
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