Ian Emberson Poems on Autumn (1 Poem)

Spires of the fireweed.. (Ian Emberson Poem)

Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky – Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the life within, The burst of bloom that yields your progeny. Do you have sense of flowering’s fleeting glow, Bearing its … Continue reading →