Autumn in Firenze after midnight
On a side street you breezed
Around the corner in an auburn cape
That matched your hair and boots;
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I was hooked from the start with the close proximity of Autumn to Firenze then played again in her cape...ending with smoldering energy of the unforgettable wisp of smoke all the while.....curiously made me want to go to France...rather than Italy? Just kidding it is perfect....but more scrumptious than a photo. see ya sjc
A single photograph could not do a better job of imprinting an image on my mind than this poem does. She shall forever remain in that cape, with her auburn hair, gone, but not forgotten. Wonderful writing, indeed!
A single moment perfectly captured. The image will stay with the reader.
the kinda piece of work that has me twenty years later wishing I had thrown myself under your wheels to stop you in your tracks to tell you how much I loved you... AH Florence, i remember I had no idea you were hiding behind Firenze
Hello Gary, It as a black-and-white effective photo... 10... Tsira
hee hee.. and I remember laying of those stones sozzled... twas New Years Eve though... thanks for the memories..
A simple, brief moment extraordinarily and gorgeously captured. and that's what it's about......! Separation of the last line gives it added oomph and splendor. best care xx sjg
A moment immortalized...stunning imagery!