November 11
…
Cracking eyelids open
to reflections in cold glass
Ink-toned coffee steaming, swishing,
resting in my grasp
Streaks and hues and tints and tones
and shades across the sky
Blankets wrapped and scrambled eggs
and Bibles lying wide
…
Crimson ivy groping, climbing
toward a pure expanse
Pavement curling, bike wheels sending
cluttered leaves to dance
Maroon and gold and brazen red
ginger, auburn, green
Spiral down, seek their rest
in imprints on the stream
…
Lowered beams and shadowed sky
pricked by points of light
Bulbs that dangle, swing, and shine
from evergreen’s limbed height
Lying, stretching, nodding off
to strums of that guitar
Humming tunes and peering up
awed by autumn stars
…
Thanks for reading!
Bethany J.
Love your poem and congratulations on becoming an aunt again!
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Aw, thanks!!
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*squeals* OOOHHHH I love this!!!!
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I’m so glad!
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Ah I love this poem – it paints such a beautiful word picture!!
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Thank you, friend!
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