empty window box

the empty window box

told me someone once 

lived in this house

and planted budding 

flowers in the spring 

but now it sits vacant
leaves filling it's space

left behind to weather 

the seasons all alone 

Written for Twiglets #200- empty window box

magnetic

he stopped me dead in my tracks
maybe it was his charming smile
or magnetic eyes that drew me
out of my cocoon
 
but like many hot affairs
it ended all too soon
leaving me with memories that
keep me warm on lonely nights

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #114 - Poetical Magnetism

cherry red sky

cherry red sky blossoms
as the sun takes her rest
under blankets by firepits
we wait for silver stars
and the ivory moon
to sing us tunes before
sleep lures us into dreams

- Written for Twiglet #198 - cherry red sky

Photo courtesy by pexels.com

October

we stroll in the park
under October sky
leaves of red, brown
and gold blanket the
once green grass
 
we think back to days
when we jumped into
hills of crunchy leaves
those days are now
far behind us, but
we still have autumn

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #113-Blanket Us

Photo by Jill Wellington

Courtesy of pixaby.com

season snippets

we listen to daffodils
spring fertile poetry

a beautiful night
sweet as summer vine
 
between fall breezes
our secrets murmur
 
and watch the moon
bloom in winter

- Inspired by Magnetic Poetry: Online Nature Poem Kit

she dreamed of skylines

she dreamed of skylines
towers that touch the clouds
while others dream of colonial houses
with white picket fences
 
she fantasized about trekking
across the globe as others 

plan for babies and backyard

birthday parties

 
she steps to her own drumbeat
without any regrets

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #112: The Sky's the Limit

Photo by Lukas Kloeppel

Courtesy of Pexels.com

in September we say goodbye

it seems as though you are still summer
despite autumn taking hold
I don’t want to let you go
but time is not waiting
I give you a kiss
the leaves turn brown
days grow short
and nights
long

- Written for dVerse Poetics: 9 across for a count down.

The first line of this poem, "it seems as though you are still summer" comes from the poem "To The Light of September" by W.S. Merlin.