Twirl hair,
branches as combs
sift not fallen strands
of amber leaves drifting alone.
Hold an essence of cauldron dreams
golden sparkle and tangerine, too.
Stir an emotion still sullen and blue
until a walk in the woods of changing hues.
Take me away,
as silent chatter of bark is brushed,
so sweetly sensitive.
And, now, change performs
lighthouse signals
soil's stage mortally singing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem, Patricia. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks.