like shining hearts on fire

Another autumn

The Bard of Liminga

cool waves of rain
washing over the threshold of autumn

maples turning red
along the road to Ontonagon

every year we say
autumn’s coming early
        and it does

you crave the smell of wood smoke
the way it curls into the night sky
faces in the warm yellow firelight
        and red coals glowing

like ruby slippers on a yellow brick road
like red maple leaves in a golden dawn
like your flaming hair in the dark field
        of absence behind my closed eyes

so we wave our burning sticks
        at the moon and stars
and write our secrets
red hot words against the silhouettes
        of our shadowed lonelinesses

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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