October 25, 2011 by Gloria Bostic
Wrapped in red mist
And gently kissed
By leaves blushing lips
This enchanting encounter
So brief ….
Yet long remembered…
Chased by bitter cold,
Flies into memory’s vault
To be held fast
Until heat’s passion
Tinged with early chill
Sings seasons’
Sanguine refrain
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