apple picking
each year with children
now just we two
I gather the fruit
as I gathered memories
the brilliance of fall
coupled with shorter days
gives me pause
this certainty I accept,
yet I long to dally
a new month
the advance of autumn
proceedes quickly
morning frost on bare trees
and sweaters out of mothballs
Lyrical Passion Poetry, 11/2017
Tanka Anthology, 2015
Presence, winter 2015
6 comments:
Nice, Adelaide, and the bell chimes:
__ Hung on the line they freshen in the morning airs, sweaters once stored in that trunk of summer's heat. (I think I, sometimes, store my mind in that summer trunk.)
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mothball odor
sweaters sweetened by the winds
clothes line
Thanks, Doug. That fresh air smell in clothes is so much better than a dryer smell.
Adelaide
Lovely trio of poems!
a bright moon
climbs through maple limbs
feels like snow
Thanks, Sandy. We expect snow on Monday. Too soon for me.
Adelaide
resurfacing
sweet memories
crunch of apples
Much💞love
Thank you, Gillena
Adelaide
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