poetry and prose
In Clove and Nutmeg
Autumn’s feel reminds me
of a poverty of time
In clove and nutmeg tones
It’s brittle. In need of sleep
Geese flee south overhead
A squirrel, branch to branch
Tiredness loses importance
when autumn wants to be seen
Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
I’m longing for spring, and we haven’t even felt winter’s grip yet. And can you believe it, my chilli peppers are just now starting to bloom. I’ll have to buy peppers this year. Our summer has been cold, and wet, and sunless. Between that and Covid, I’m surprised any of us are still upright. 😂
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