Author Peter Kane Dufault Why, what a thing's like matters above all else! As for me, before looking up just now deep into those gold, overlaid masses of maple leaves I'd but half known how your hair lifted and filled with light one summer day by the sea. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments