before autumn departs

the sun dips from the sky

earlier now, leaving us an

indigo sky before darkness

takes over

trees that once serenaded us

in red, orange and brown

now shed their leaves

dropping their veils

mornings no longer warm

but now have a crisp chill

we bundle in coats lamenting

the departing of the season

- Written for Writers' Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #805

smoke screen

tell me this: 

were your words ever true

or just a smoke screen

hiding your true intentions

you said all the right words

and did everything right

to ensnare hearts and minds

pulling the wool over eyes

you played the game

all too well

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #258: Screen, Your Screen, We All Screen

7:00 AM

he came into the diner

to nurse a hangover

with greasy food

she was sitting in a booth

drowning her sorrows

in strong black coffee

their eyes met

he lazily smiled 

she sipped coffee

at the counter 

a waitress counts down 

the time left in her shift

outside the October sun

peaks through blinds

in her pocket

she carries words in her pockets

to lift her spirits when fading sun

sours her mood

when she wishes to write poems

to the moon and stars

sometimes she needs to wipe away

fallen tears

she squeezes those words in her

hands and smile

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #257: A Pocket in Your Poems

the lovers

"The Lovers" by John Atkinson Grimshaw

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in the early light

they embrace not 

wanting to let go

forbidden love keeps 

their hearts aflame

in the midnight hour

yet in dawn’s light

they remember their place

is not in each other’s arms

they depart solemnly

holding onto shared kisses

that will fade in sunlight

- Written for dVerse Poetics: Through the eyes of John Atkinson Grimshaw

on the eve of Autumn

Photo by Plato Terentev

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today I looked out the window

and saw the gray clouds that

announce autumn’s arrival

and I cannot stop my heart 

from grieving the loss of 

flowers and hummingbirds

dancing through gardens, 

the long hours of daylight 

and the warm sun on my skin

- Written for dVerse Quadille #256

I want out

I really want out

but where will I go?

I don’t own a fortune

many responsibilities

calling out my name

but it does not stop

my mind from wandering

off to fantasy islands

where everything is warm

nothing weighing me down

- Written for WD Wednesday Poetry Prompt #799