Comfort and Autumn Flowers 4 Susan
Poem by Peter Curto
Image Credit: Google.com
You
Are the
Rain of spring,
The
Fire of summer;
You are the
Synthesis
Of
Saint and sinner:
(I will bring
Sad flowers
To your bower)
And you will mystify me
With your
Myth of auburn;
For October is your occultist,
Calling me with
Kettle and flame
To
You
Brew.
Are the
Rain of spring,
The
Fire of summer;
You are the
Synthesis
Of
Saint and sinner:
(I will bring
Sad flowers
To your bower)
And you will mystify me
With your
Myth of auburn;
For October is your occultist,
Calling me with
Kettle and flame
To
You
Brew.
Peace and love, Susan!
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best!
xo
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