Nature’s nutmeg nuances titillate the naked eye
Cinnamon-ginger splashes scintillate declining leaf
Earth is a buffet laden with squash soup and pumpkin pie
Yum, yum we hum and savour autumn’s sighing stoop and sheaf
Posh pink and purple flowers cease; snuffed like starlight
at dawn
Blossoms burn out and strew the ash of wonder’s seraph-hymn
The sash that binds the clash of earth and sky turns red and
bronze
Before mulled hue of gray and blue culls color from the limb
The day turns dark at dinner now; the lights of home-sweet-home
Dot dusky streets like welcome beacons to work-weary throngs
The smell of supper mingled with wood-smoke evokes a poem
Stoked by echoes of childhood and time’s very present songs
Change moves its mouth against my ear; it whispers Wild
Unknowns
And makes me taste more slowly the haste poured from Here
to There
A wine fine-pressed of apples, grapes and pungent undertones
It steals my breath where life and death hang heavy on the
air
How is it, farewell tugging hard on heart-strings, throbs
and thrills
And drapes around our being a mantle of glorious grief
Want, torn between the weaning wind that veers and sobs,
instills
With vexatious arousal, wild hunger and sweet relief
© Janet Martin
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