ponderingcomplications:

These trees are holding on
to the green of their leaves.
I miss the flickering flames
that crown their swaying limbs,
and it seems as if Autumn
does not want to reign over
the cold November weather.

November may remain green,
but love is expiring in my heart.
I am letting it fall away from me
because Winter reigns eternal.
Rain falls from my eyes
and my fingers are frost-bitten.
I love him, I love him,
                     I love no longer.

I am f
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                 away
before he knows my heart
held him more than it did this poem.

every daybreak I rise
with purple stains and
the scent of leather
lingering in my room

softly I catch the sound
of your faint exhale filling the space
between you and I

you resurrect my shivering spine
with tinges of smoke scented breath
and candied perfume

be the rising sun
in my fragile morning,
shine bright, shine on