Solar flare

Moon hangs

pale

 

in rose sky

 

Sun has flown

to distant climes

 

& storm in night

brought first leaf fall

 

dried up golden crunch

soaked to soggy brown

 

Autumn holding out

her hands.

 

Waking in the night

animal cry, fox’s flight

 

my dreams are full

of you.

 

*

 

My golden boy

Narcissus lost

 

on southern beach:

between us

 

time has changed

no thing.

 

We laugh

our kisses

 

melt to heat

fire rekindled

 

in the Spring,

desire & love

 

so long a heady

potion.

 

You call, I call

we’re never far

 

from solar flare,

 

from point

of re ignition.

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