Autumn comes in the small gasps
of summer’s easing, shushed
into the spaces between
our different sleeps,
the cinnamon hint of it
hidden in the sweat scent
of our dreams.
We cling to our covers,
kick them loose, tangle ourselves
in the day’s dilemmas, the lingering
heat. Already, we shiver.
Outside, Ieaves – still green –
crisp in eager anticipation of
evening walks, once bare feet
scuttling a path through the
of the future.
Poet's Note: Yes, the OctPoWriMo challenge. 31 poems in 31 days. Last year, I managed 22. It was great fun. No, last year's entries are no longer available on the blog. I don't generally share my poetry via blog and there were several I wanted to work on, revise, improve, etc. I will keep the 2013 entries up at least for the duration of October I am looking forward to reading everyone's entries. Those who read mine...I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to leave commentary and/or criticism.
This particular poem was based on the octpowrimo prompt: an autumn day.