Precious
Allusions of brewing brown
that made its way to tinsel town.
At dawn it turned to waxen white
with gleaming glow against the light.
With warm embrace to fuming flow,
it wilted into glazing glow.
With shifting shapes like honing hue,
its flare became the fad of few.
October 3, 2022
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2022
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