autumn in my heart

By Lily C. Fen Step out of the theater onto a maze of cobble-stoned streets. Stavovské Divadlo bathed in lamplight, swathed in a terracotta glow
Prague is in the middle of a cloud that has descended Tall black sentinels shrouded in white halos, everything a silhouette.
step off the bus further out on a hill enveloped in mystery everywhere around me a cloak of frost and shadow
the street is replete with glimmering ghosts all is wonder while I wander through a path a shower of amber leaves crunching underneath my feet in the still of night
shut panelak doors closed I stare out through glass sheets autumn in my heart
a tree reaches out over our front steps a canopy I never noticed, stencilled against the glimmer gliding over our street.