It's Still Life

poetry and prose

9 October: A Strange Mildness

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

Misky

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5 responses to “9 October: A Strange Mildness”

  1. Hobbo avatar
    Hobbo

    I love that last couplet. 🙂

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Thank you! 😁

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  2. Ron. avatar
    Ron.

    “…some version of sun…” Yeah, that’s all we have these days, eh?
    Beautifully crafted, M.

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      That’s, Ron!

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  3. 5thgenerationgirl avatar
    5thgenerationgirl

    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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