One last glorious Blaze against the sky. Dying, Wind's bright kites, they fall . . .
Leaving hope tight-furled On the twig . . . mute reminder . . . Fall's promise of Spring.
One last glorious Blaze against the sky. Dying, Wind's bright kites, they fall . . .
Leaving hope tight-furled On the twig . . . mute reminder . . . Fall's promise of Spring.