serenade like ghosts on the breeze
pheromones urging frenzy,
winter has quickened its step
The scent of fallen leaves
and sight of cotton carelessly
forgottenon September’s swings
reminds of encroaching darkness
Looking up through the bottom of
sky
past blue’s illusionmoon reaches towards sun
filling witness with warm thirst
Crisp air’s kiss upon apple flesh
blossom pink cherry cheeks while morning mists
dance with playful thick fingers
Vanilla bean shadows
spill over my coffee cupinfusing me with
rare and wondrous flavor
Leaving longing for cinnamon,
nutmeg
cloves and those passionate
spices that dress up the dull, dreary days
of winter’s cocoon
fall comes early to your part of the world, very nicely done :)
ReplyDeleteLove it!
ReplyDeletethat's what i call a real 'season's greeting'
ReplyDeleteThis is such a treat for the senses... definitely a cure for winter's cocoon!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Laurie for coming by!
Deletelove it...lots of cool texture of the season in it....the leaves...the apples and cider...mmm...the dance of fingers is really nice as well...nutmeg...makes me think of eggnog...my fav fall drink...crickets...lots of smells....ah....
ReplyDeleteWhen everything is dreary and dark outside, then I seek delights with the other senses. Luckily fall and winter are full of spicey and sugary pleasures.
DeleteBeautiful images here! Love 'vanilla bean shadows.'
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary, it is nice to meet you!
DeleteBeautiful images ! I love it :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming by Ayala!
Deleteadore poetic textures you create here..'Vanilla bean shadows
ReplyDeletespill over my coffee cup..' - this made me smile :) beautiful poetry~
Vanilla coffee is one of my favorites... :)
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