Slow combustion
Edged in flaming oranges
Red runs rivulets into green
Eagerly licking any residual resistance
To turn each leaf into a mottled
Love story of detachment,sacrifice
And fall lights each tree
Like a glowing sparkler
In celebration
Of slow combustion
Of the past
To ready for rest
And renewal
--shubha
Edged in flaming oranges
Red runs rivulets into green
Eagerly licking any residual resistance
To turn each leaf into a mottled
Love story of detachment,sacrifice
And fall lights each tree
Like a glowing sparkler
In celebration
Of slow combustion
Of the past
To ready for rest
And renewal
--shubha
P.S In response to a prompt on renewal on a online poetry group, The Woman Inc. Poetry project
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