Friday, October 19, 2012

Desire



Desire

The leaves on the sugar maple
burn vibrant orange.
Sparks of yellow
and extravagant crimson
explode into moments
of fire-fall embers.

And we forget
everything,
stop and draw near,
willing to be singed
by the fevers of autumn.


Words and photos are copyright Carol Steel.

4 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

what beautiful autumn colours!

Carol Steel 5050 said...

This year has been particularly terrific for brilliant colour on the leaves. It's a good year.

Jane Tims said...

Hi Carol. Your poem makes the most of the fire metaphor. I love the images around the words 'ember' and 'singe'. Jane

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Thanks Jane. I appreciate your feedback on my writing.