shed and shred charred parchment
of volcanic days, let fall to cooling earth
hypnotic comfort of cicada songs
sea glass mementos evaporate
in bleached and thinning air
as india ink of star shot skies
bleeds onto fading roses
I gather golden husks, jeweled leaves
wood smoke wisps and harvest moons,
draw maple sap into emptied veins
store pumpkins in the hollows
stitch closed jagged tattered seams
with silvered corn silk strands,
plump, reshape the empty shell
soften, unbend into autumn skin
I felt you folding into fall...and it was beautiful
ReplyDeleteAnd so comes Autumn, the harvest and plenty.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful verse.
mmm....love that...been sitting on the porch watching the change in the leaves...from green to a red tint...a lovely time of year...
ReplyDeleteI feel the climatic change and your poem, softly flowing, has me savoring the evolution and resisting the last drop.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem.
Cheers!
a fabulous expression of the change of seasons... love how you are shedding the charred parchment of summer.
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