Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Watching October Exhale...(a mother's careful lament)




I was caught off-guard by a sudden flash-back of a tousled blonde head as I messaged Melissa
 (away at school now but then the one in front in pink who loved picnics!)
  with a keep-warm-and-dry-hug on this Very Dark, Rain-windy October morning 


Dazzled by frames of October
With face pressed to the air
Of fall-graces, her heart-pieces scatter
Like yellow leaves lying where
Once, without second-glances
Love-letter afternoons fell
While she laughed through summer’s slow-dances
And time was a festival
Of picnics and playthings and kisses
Its Common-ground, turquoise-gold
(At least, now, as she reminisces)
Like flowers that fell through her hold
Or hours ordained for departure
She, powerless to prevail
Presses Her face to Thought’s Artwork
And watches October exhale

© Janet Martin


1 comment:

  1. "Of fall-graces, her heart-pieces scatter
    Like yellow leaves lying where
    Once, without second-glances
    Love-letter afternoons fell"

    How beautiful are those lines. Lovely.

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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!