Those are steep stairs to heaven
with no lifts or levers in sight.
To move between moments like
an acorn free-falling to ground.
And then wind and chill as winter
arrived like an aching tooth.
An unremembered dream sent
mad in dawn’s lingering drizzle.
Sunlight slowed the storm in my head
and I told myself velvet verses.
MQ18 Aliterations ©️ Misky 2019 It’s November Poem a Day month. These are 1st drafts