Thursday, September 13, 2012

September's Swings

Crickets, drunk on blackberry juice
serenade like ghosts on the breeze
pheromones urging frenzy,
winter has quickened its step

The scent of fallen leaves
and sight of cotton carelessly forgotten
on September’s swings
reminds of encroaching darkness 

Looking up through the bottom of sky
past blue’s illusion
moon 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 cup
infusing 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

 
Linking up with http://dversepoets.com/ where brian opens the OpenLinkNight mic at 3pm EST
 

13 comments:

  1. fall comes early to your part of the world, very nicely done :)

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  2. that's what i call a real 'season's greeting'

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  3. This is such a treat for the senses... definitely a cure for winter's cocoon!

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  4. love 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....

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    1. When 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.

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  5. Beautiful images here! Love 'vanilla bean shadows.'

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  6. Beautiful images ! I love it :)

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  7. adore poetic textures you create here..'Vanilla bean shadows
    spill over my coffee cup..' - this made me smile :) beautiful poetry~

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