Fallen and Flamed

Not quite

deep in the night.

Not quite

warm with wine’s glow:

You come to me and

I am dumb

with wonder at visions of

trees on fire under sky’s eye;

air – pungent, peaty, pregnant;

a branch bent to let you through.

Such beauty

makes me quiver, makes of me a

leaf

drunk with designs of falling before you.

I collapse – slowly waiting

for that winding back,

for earth’s final act,

lost in the last moment

for now,

now.

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8 thoughts on “Fallen and Flamed

  1. calviness says:

    “For that winding back” – beautiful.

  2. agjorgenson says:

    Thank you for this kindness.

  3. diannegray says:

    Wonderful – such incredibly beautiful imagery.

  4. agjorgenson says:

    Thanks Dianne. I’m having some fun with this.

  5. jannatwrites says:

    Beautiful poem. I like the warmth of wine’s glow later followed by ‘drunk with designs of falling before you.’

  6. agjorgenson says:

    Thanks Janna for these kind words!

  7. A very lovely way to end my day.

  8. agjorgenson says:

    Thank you! I am glad to have brought some joy to your day’s end.

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