Comments about Nougat Rigby
Bewitched By Autumn And You
I turned a fallen leaf to see the sun shine
through it amber skeleton.
A fallen leaf against the setting sun
can be something extraordinary.
I held you against hte setting sun,
to see your crisp browness glow gold.
Your specious delicacy
Your butterfly-wing body
were perfection to me.
Down golden walks I hurried
to meet my golden boy,
ignorant that he had shaken love from him
like the autumn trees their leaves.
My fierce red sunset
his dead leaves had let glow.
When the autumn sun
sets in gold your foolish world,
be careful ...