Autumn returns
with its floating leaves
descending like graceful dancers
a heart curls in the
frosty corner of its hardened pupa
throw me the crumbs of your half burnt loves
the leftovers of your copious content
the ragged desires you’ve outgrown
throw me a drop of calm to steady this violent shudder
or throw me a bone
a crochet shawl
a tattered blanket
a flickering candle
any scarce warmth will do.
