Her auburn hair

'and she flew like a phoenix'

Like golden waterfall,

 her hair seem today.

As the silk in his hands,

 her body pressed against his.

Like autumnal kiss,

 her hair feel today.

Autumn wind blowing her hair 

to his face and neck,

'It tickles my nose' he says.

Never before seen such a beautiful girl,

 he wander forever just seeking her.

Like a Phoenix's feathers her hair dazzling him,

 'It burns if I ever dare to touch again' he says.

Her auburn hair and he wander forever

just seeking her.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. Took the reader to good places. Your description of the auburn hair create vision of beautiful places and touch. Thank you Sarah for the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair]

Most humble thanks. =)

[Coyote Poetry]

I have been a fan of Auburn hair for 56 years. A beautiful poem.

[~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair]

Well if you have any ideas for a poem, I can write something for you. =)

[Coyote Poetry]

My mind is always thinking. I believe life allowed us to create. I use words, music and books. Lately the ancient writers give me ideals. Allow me to think about a fair topic. You are always too kind.

[~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair]

No problem, my dear friend. I always love to bring joy to people. If it's in the form of a poem, song or a friendly words well it's always my pleasure. =)

[Chris]

I paused and tasted the depth and flow of your thoughts - a shimmering, romantic view.

[~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair]

Thank You! :)