Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

~warm~ - Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

Moonbeams cling to misted trees
Stroll long in orchard's apple breeze,
Take-in autumn, now I fall
All splendor-seeking, senses call.

Burns the moon, a harvest mass
A glowing orb of golden glass,
Here I sit as fire-sparks fly
Like fairy-wings above up high.

Leave me unto autumn's world
Asleep within a chestnut curl,
Wrap-round curves of maple leaves
Warming my soul in golden sleeves.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 14, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 15, 2010

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