Poem for October 22, 2020

Autumn brims with beings I have never been
& holdings I have never had

Cherish it— I still know how

Memories of what I’ve nearly found:
Here the edge of woodland all aflame
In reds too red & golds too gold,
There the young woman in the flannel
Scarfed & mittened & black hair flowing beneath the cap
Across the field by the woods she walks
Carries coffee to a boy she loves
Sips her own & sits to watch the very last carnival
On the last night before the dark breaks out

I was almost her—
I am always her

One comment

  1. The impeccable imagery and the blissful glory of your words created an enchanting experience for me as a reader. Thank you for sharing such a wonderful post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them. 🙂 ❤

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