Treasure Island

KrystynaMaria Postawa


Autumn


Autumn’s leaves like falling flames
at your feet – fire that bears no light no heat.
You walk in directions you would never
take before…

The falling leaves like fire dancers,
like birds in flight,
come straight to you –
for we shall remember how to dream.

It’s magic to watch the fiery dance,
you hear a silent whisper, a voice of hope…
Your passion is just here,
here with the autumn’s leaves.

Autumn’s leaves like falling flames
are the source of everything.
Follow the fire of the leaves,
follow the fire between the leafy branches –
there’s your passion and your being,

and the memory
that time buried behind you.
It’s the sense of wonder never gone.

Submitted: Friday, October 19, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 18, 2011
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