The leaves of gold on branches grew, Bare branches on the trees were seen. The autumnal sun came flaring in, Over the hill-tops devoid of green..
An Ode to Shakespeare’s “Dark Lady”| Poetry
Clothed in bright, she shines like a star A beacon of hope, a light from afar. Light as a feather, she sails with the wind She commands the night; she is dark-skinned.