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:
what beautiful autumn colours!
This year has been particularly terrific for brilliant colour on the leaves. It's a good year.
Hi Carol. Your poem makes the most of the fire metaphor. I love the images around the words 'ember' and 'singe'. Jane
Thanks Jane. I appreciate your feedback on my writing.
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