I have seen them too
Gentle hints or reds and orange
Pinks and blues merging, distant
At then, you would shower your words
Often grace my eyes, and be my muse
Another day would dissolve and fade
I would wait for more of you
I admit of your allure, sight and sound
The strongest is in speech and thought
Like sunflowers that shine and shy
To spring forth, in gentle golden glow
So dusky, gentle, winter muse
That lit fire for my heart to soothe
My words seem to stumble and cease
At your vanishings, always and too soon
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