The gilded leaves glitter the ground
and set my mind afire.
With gossamer flame, they’re fairy-gowned,
stitched with filigree wire.
Saturated light teases and taunts
Its spectral hue glimmers and haunts
I reach and breathe and ache and moan
Such fleeting beauty sears the bone.
But feathered hope with ruffled breast
May roost in secret lair
With tuneful song, not once repressed,
And wings to catch the air.
So though my yearning heart does break,
And I must breathe the red-hot ache,
I find my peace in fragrant leaf
And soothe my soul of soaring grief.