Or this.
Autumn cousins,
fire dancers,
I blink my eyes
and the solstice…
disappears, the bronze
curve in my cheek
begins to pale, the fork
dripping with gold
and flesh ascending…
like my mother up the stairs
bringing her warm hands.
Re: Or this.
you’re so sparse and elegant at this sort of thing.
mine keep getting wordier & wordier, like i’m herding lost childen, trying to make sure no one’s left outside to shiver when the snow starts, or wet-sneakered on the dock while the ship pulls away…
see!
thank you.
that rare, random descent 
Biker Bear:)
Or this.
Autumn cousins,
fire dancers,
I blink my eyes
and the solstice…
disappears, the bronze
curve in my cheek
begins to pale, the fork
dripping with gold
and flesh ascending…
like my mother up the stairs
bringing her warm hands.
Re: Or this.
you’re so sparse and elegant at this sort of thing.
mine keep getting wordier & wordier, like i’m herding lost childen, trying to make sure no one’s left outside to shiver when the snow starts, or wet-sneakered on the dock while the ship pulls away…
see!
thank you.
yay pics that make me smile!
i need to make pie.. i have apples waiting…