
The Turn of the Season
bless
this mess of leaves
these trees rattle and
turn to burnt bits
leaves curl and
clench to themselves
crisp and broken
under some version of sun
that no longer warms
through glass panes.
it’s a blinding optic
of strange mildness
Photo by Jason Mitrione on Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
5 responses to “9 October: A Strange Mildness”
I love that last couplet. 🙂
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Thank you! 😁
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“…some version of sun…” Yeah, that’s all we have these days, eh?
Beautifully crafted, M.
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That’s, Ron!
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Hello there, so glad I came across your page. Your poetry resonates with me on so many levels, bringing back beautiful childhood memories. Thanks for sharing my dear!
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