Sunburst (Golden Hour)

saffron-tinted, petal-shaped pencil shavings

spill into the flow of the morning glow

and as I awake

the river of leaves

leaves a litter of seas

in its lake

too sparse to see

too blind to leave

they flaunt in full flame

a bursting reflection of the golden god

she is raging, yet ambiently inviting

the morning calls for the curtains to be drawn

dawning without warning is warming

I’m still romanticising the yawning of a new dawn

but patience said virtue

the warmth of a Welsh white light is forging

I don’t belong here

a summer’s conclusion is a winter's confusion

and it’s so autumn of me to fall for you

yet here I stand

frozen for the moment

and there you sit

fully blushed in lust

dreaming of the evening dusk

and just like a bowl of ramen

it warms my heart

- CH