Autumn, cariad.
Colour of your hair.
Spread gold
tumbling in the streets of trees.
And I pray
when Autumn comes again
that those days will be thronged
with your life’s leaves.
From ‘Of Goddesses and Women’
Autumn, cariad.
Colour of your hair.
Spread gold
tumbling in the streets of trees.
And I pray
when Autumn comes again
that those days will be thronged
with your life’s leaves.
From ‘Of Goddesses and Women’
