You have a vibrant glow about you,
a glittering hue of burnished orange,
like the reflection of a burning candle in a bronze mirror.
That radiant gleam laps around your ears,
splashes over your shoulders,
and runs down in tangerine rivulets onto your shoes.
And I know that if I could just reach out
and clasp your hand in mine,
I too would feel that coral stream flow over me.
But I can not,
for you are Autumn
and I am Spring
and separated by a frozen sea we must remain.
So I content myself with watching you twinkle across the ocean
And I wonder
if you can see me shining too.