autumn spreads its back
like a calico cat. the trees
and grasses blush
under its cooling kisses. the night
pulls down in lines of blue chasing red,
as campfire light bursts embers
into the crackling air. the welcome
colors pull in around you
with the warmth and comfort
of your grandmother’s patchwork
I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on entitled Love Letters to My Brother in Prison.
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The pine needles cover the ground,
Sweat dripping from my highbrow.
Cool breeze whispers your name,
Sunshine reminds me of yesterday.
Sitting on the greasy grass hill,
Honey bee lands on my show string.
Missing the comforting sound of your voice,
Right now is so painful as I cry a single tear.
Lovely. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks. I misspelled shoe as show too funny.