Before a Season Goes
and there is charm in the grayness
of stardust, like a meditation of fragile
incantations of a month near passing:
low fire. warm joy. cozy beds.
and so, as the year furrows and begins
to shred its own purple leaves, we sip
late autumn's honey that brought us
to a carousel of both regret
and answered promises.
somehow, night’s dreams are closing, but
we reach them through love’ s kohled ember.
...................
For Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
Open Poetry Contest
11/29/2015
~use of low caps is intentional
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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