October Sun
You, a dance of golden light upon my step of day
hath sprung me to your happiness
OCTOBER SUN ;
beneath a facsimile of crisp, you are the ray
that lights me up and takes my breath away
OCTOBER SUN;
whence forth this steadfast golden orb is bless
inside of me you fill, my every guess
you are,
OCTOBER SUN;
cold, bright, crisp, falling on colored leaves,
thou glows strongest way up on the eaves.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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