Nods of winter’s solitude Obscure forgotten month Vulnerable bare-limbed trees Ethereal toasted leaves Milky tea sky overhead Brown discarded fields Eternal dust of fate Remembrance of oblivion Poor bleak little November. I wrote this acrostic poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly challenge at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Paula Light wrote a lovely October prompt poem entitledContinue reading “November Dust”
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Autumn Calling
1 Shuffling feet brush tawny needles across the path, scattering their fragile splayed fingers. 2 Sunlight ripples through emptying branches, forming breezy bridges of shadows. 3 Wind carries songs of harvest, the taste of damp, and the crushing pressure of lost time. 4 Yellow leaves catch on the clasp of your coat, crunch under yourContinue reading “Autumn Calling”
Siren Song
Witches glide through navy skies before an incandescent moon. City lights glisten below, incantations flow, capes waving in wind as an eerie song begins. Children step from stoops, hypnotized eyes, zombified, marching to witch song. I wrote this poem in response to the the weekly W3 prompt at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. This week’s prompt poemContinue reading “Siren Song”
Déjà vu
I followed the quilted shadows here to patterns cast by setting suns and glazed with the sweet loss of repetition. I pluck a leaf for luck and trace its pleated edges and rubber stem, looking for its secrets and finding only my own. Autumn is one of my favorite times to take photos in natureContinue reading “Déjà vu”
Tidal Waves
Linger under the diamond willow’s shade carry your cup of coffee in gloved hands play witness to the memories we have made and know we harbor comfort in these sands. Leaves will drift, orange-freckled, in the breeze and waver over graying grass like so to paint the picture of these changing seas the tides, theContinue reading “Tidal Waves”
Autumn’s Frailty
Copper baldachin veils the hillside canopy in royal disarray beneath a sky blurred teal and gray. Life pillows soft beneath my feet, then crunches out its vibrant angst. Like so many others, I associate autumn with the colorful leaves. My family and I went hiking this afternoon at a local recreation area that has aContinue reading “Autumn’s Frailty”
Tastes Like Tomorrow
I’m plucking purple numbers from my calendar’s pulse, deep breathing the tangerine lime haze of numb summer days. Cicadas’ shrill sing showers luminous gold and green under a sky growing thick-skinned. I toppled from blurred trees, spread thin pungent scents strained from nature’s sieve and smelled tomorrow nestled in the photo’s muted negative. Muri presentedContinue reading “Tastes Like Tomorrow”
Into the Abyss
This week, I attempted the W3 prompt at the Skeptic’s Kaddish a bit later than usual! The prompt was to create a Golden Shovel poem using one line from David’s poem, “Straights; or Expanses”. I picked the line “Feathers in wind gusts sucked into abyss”, so you can see where those pieces of his lineContinue reading “Into the Abyss”
Untangled
Pulling at my roots, I grapple gracefully at new growth, blessed by bees and nature’s rays and clouds whose smoky visages plump with life. Flailing at the seams, and tucked inside these dreams, I’m not frail, but free. I usually participate in the W3 prompt at the Skeptic’s Kaddish on Wednesdays, but I have decidedContinue reading “Untangled”
New Beginnings
Tap water’s surface with trembling, outstretched hands and dive in. Not yesterday’s blood red sunset, carving fear across the horizon, or reassurance of tomorrows wrapped in fleece comfort, but the moment of inertia, submerging through surface tension, first ripples spiderwebbing, bubbling with life. It’s time for another W3 prompt (Wea’ve Written Weekly) at the Skeptic’sContinue reading “New Beginnings”
Words and Coffee Writing 