the day the leaves turned red,
was the day our hands,
were clasped tight,
your smooth skin,
a striking comparison,
to my rough and calloused palm.
the day the leaves turned red,
your scarf was buried around my neck,
with a kiss on the cheek,
amd a shy smile,
placing heat on my heart,
and a warmth through my hearts.
YOU ARE READING
the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.
