Quanah
A will-o-the-wisp awakens
under a northern frosted marsh
and leaves, heat-wilted, are shaken
No whispers, just a shiver harsh…
This phantom cold on limbs, so brief!
A will-of-the-wisp awakens…
Quenching the garden in parched grief,
downy hairs stand unmistaken…
Sensory roots in bumps tauten
forearms touched in a foreboding
A will-o-the-wisp awakens…
lights its flame from summer’s scalding
Metallic core will grow its glow
Gently blazing as it heightens,
pouring ripe spice to soften blows
A will-of-the-wisp awakens…
(8/17/2022 Autumn Hints / Sea Ray DBW)
Copyright © Susan Woodrow | Year Posted 2022
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