Friday, 4 November 2016


From the warm confines
Of radiators on full tilt
Behind double-glazed windows
The views of a burning inferno
Yellows, mustards, tans
Reds, crimsons, browns
It's alight out there
In flames, as it were
On fire. Inviting. Alluring.
Just like you.
Struck against a November sky

Blue, deep, clear, promising
Just like you.
And then you step outside
The leaves aren't burning
They're rotting, turning to mulch
Just like you.
The autumn isn't fire
It's distant, it's cold, it's wet
Just like you.
There's no hope back
To warm embraces
And tender kisses
And loving gazes
Like the summer of green
It's gone forever
Just like you.

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