The wonder of fall
is that the gilded patina of heaven
reflects perfectly in the boughs of tress
that shed their veils
lining the esplanade
like the wizards way
guiding a lost girl
with red shoes
home.
The flaxen hues reflect serenely
in the river Thames
and I smile at the thought
as above
so below
the entirety of the world
glows
like a candle flame against
a dark and brooding sky
mulled wine,
and carrot coriander soup
call to me like forgotten friends
from Covent Garden
as big ben chimes
the deep bell tolling in the distance
echoing off white stone buildings
that look even more pure
against the intense orange of Autumn
reminding me
it’s time for tea
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Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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The way you painted a picture with your words in this poem is marvelous work. Bravo 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾