wood-fires stoke her hair, she is
autumn in every toss of head;
every sprightly patter of feet,
each embrace, every hug,
any delightful time we meet.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
wood-fires stoke her hair, she is
autumn in every toss of head;
every sprightly patter of feet,
each embrace, every hug,
any delightful time we meet.
“autumn in every toss of head” is so lovely!!!
Thank you Angel, and thank you for visiting