Her eyes, stars. Both are beautiful yet distant from me.
I remember her through embers
Like sunburnt leaves.
Her lips resemble an October horizon
As rich as her thick hair that
reflected the moon.
She left at the first frost.
Luke Samra is from Kalamazoo, MI. His work appears in: The Tipton Poetry Journal, FishFood Magazine, Local Gems Press (Bards Against Hunger), The Charleston Anvil and Flying Island. Luke is a tennis instructor and musician.