9.17.2014

September

difficult as it may be to
release my happy grip on summer,
Autumn beckons
with its chilled yet welcoming embrace
to bask in crisp air, apples, leaves
live outside a while longer
perhaps in sweaters
but comfortable
as a question hangs in the near-empty air
of snowflakes and cocoa
and a warmth that even dear summer
cannot bring to the soul


6 comments:

  1. Wonderful poem! I love the way it captures the changing seasons!

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    1. Thanks, Candice! I love the changing of seasons, though I always carry a dread of the coming cold in fall.

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  2. This poem is beautiful. I love how "a question hangs in the near-empty air", your lines full of expectation and the warm prospect of winter. Thanks for such lovely words.

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    1. Thank you for stopping by, Mairead! I always appreciate feedback on my poetry. :)

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  3. So lovely. I have a desire now to go outside and crunch leaves.

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