| A Birthday Present For Emily Ashes of Autumn By Robbie Maxwell In the dying light of day she huddles near a flame That crackles with the sound of burning leaves As the ashes of autumn float through the night air An ethereal angel wreathed in a nightshade gown With skin as pale as the new fallen snow The cold wind caresses her dark hair As lovely as the cloudless night sky Shimmering in the orange light Like the dancing shadows upon the ground She looks so warm yet so sad In her beautiful face, illuminated By the fires soft glow Lay the sorrows of November From her deep emerald eyes That shine like auroras in the northern sky Tears flow down her delicate cheeks Glistening like the ice of December mornings Like the warm fire she sits by in the cold night She is a moment of spring in melancholy autumn From her lips as red as the leaves in fall She thawed my frozen soul with her enchanting smile Kharolis45@hotmail.com main page |