Sam Kauffman Poet Free verse

Haven

Haven 9-18-26
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Haven

The inferno cast by a sinful moon
Rises in the red breath of winter,
In neon flames and flares.
Faceless
 Whimpering
In splinters of bare bone
Howling into grimacing spectrals
Deaf to the labor of compassion
 The agony of maples turning scarlet
  The sound of birthing stars.

In the debris of green apple afternoons
When tongues of flame 
Speak the thesaurus
 Of sanctity
Shards of purple glaciers tremble
Chastised 
 Chastened 
By labors of the amber dawns,
As hallowed sweetness
 Falls upon the thirsting tongue.

Then, in this arbor, beneath amazing wings,
Joy reclaims crystal blooms of grace.

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Nette Onclaud September 18, 2026 at 4:52 PM amazed by this huge flow of metaphors and personification of a season...what an intense , lovely work, sam!

Kim Rodrigues September 18, 2026 at 1:21 PM Favorite line was: In the debris of green apple afternoons…something joyous…the fruit sour and ready, perhaps for an apple pie…or the joy of a child with juice dripping down the chin. Ahhh, almost here, Autumn!