Late Autumn birthday

A leaf floats
Crackles in the air, the sparks
Suspend it for longer
It trickles down between old trees
Smearing the sunshine—fragmented  
Lights of amber rose
Have conversations about favourite tastes
Saffron soil mixed with deep tones
Of cinnamon sticks
Tastes like dark red in the night
Tastes like after eating a very hot soup
What’s left in your mouth
While the soup is swirling in your belly
A sinking sweetness that tries to crawl back