Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Hungarian plums





October


a scatter of
green fluted plums,
scented clove-- 
a chill gust
waltzes
the heat of her


As you
toss in untroubled
sleep
and I breath
in every
sweetness

Lay your head
nearer the narrowing
light
now and raise
keen
the slow of her heart 



 

8 comments:

Other Mary said...

There is a beautiful feel to this, with "narrowing light" and keening. Beauty and sadness is October to me too.

kaykuala said...

Sharing the odd moments can be alluring without really expecting! Nicely Gabriella

Hank

Anonymous said...

a chill gust
waltzes
the heat of her

What a lovely way to talk about the cooling temps. Very lovely poem.

Stacy M.S. said...

such a calm, beautiful sway into fall. i love your descriptions of october!

Maude Lynn said...

Sensual, lovely piece!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the name of your blog! And enjoyed the delights of your October in every line. Love your closing words especially........

Anonymous said...

beautiful piece!

Archer's Bones said...

This makes me pensive... that's a good thing. Thank you.