Within a yellow glowing
a smoky fire burned
the contents of two hearts and minds
as fluid as the air
rekindled, reunited
from a time of ashy tears
from the sweetness of the chocolate
their lips, their tongues, their kiss
it all tasted good and true
and he said that he loved her
and she said that he was right
and only two best friends
could have created what they did
the day transcended their darkness
the hope sparked into a flame
the lonely days were smothered
in a smoldering autumn burn
their journey will continue down the path
of leaves and grass and snow
and this October is her favorite October
because of them
a smoky fire burned
the contents of two hearts and minds
as fluid as the air
rekindled, reunited
from a time of ashy tears
from the sweetness of the chocolate
their lips, their tongues, their kiss
it all tasted good and true
and he said that he loved her
and she said that he was right
and only two best friends
could have created what they did
the day transcended their darkness
the hope sparked into a flame
the lonely days were smothered
in a smoldering autumn burn
their journey will continue down the path
of leaves and grass and snow
and this October is her favorite October
because of them
5 comments:
Lovely, Diane. Thanks for sharing this.
this was very nice...although I read the bit about chocolate and I hear in my head..candy corns, halloween candy and snickers..
:)
Good Sunday to you.
Beautiful.
I like fall.
I like to see the leaves turn bright red, as if their souls are burning, before transcending into another phase.
I hear that autumn is the peak season for writers to create prose and poetry. I wouldn't know (having only two seasons -- rainy and dry -- in my country) but I so love reading poems about leaves changing hue and letting go. ;) Cheers.
I love the slow burn of this poem!
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