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
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