dedicated to Blue Sky Dreaming and her accepting autumn series
WHIRL
First, a Hansa yellow morning sky
then, on the drive home, a rainbow.
The too sweet taste of Pistachio meringue.
A whiff of fear.
Hair falling to the floor, snip, snip.
Rustling leaves drifting: a gypsy whirl.
This birthday gives pause. This one.
Both feet in autumn now.
What was thought known is now unknown.
I am solitary, banished, exiled.
Bare and thin, my branches face the chill.
Your winter fire will warm me.
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great imaginary!!
ReplyDeletenice Magpie :)
I hope the whiff of fear didn't come from the haircut, Suki, because you look marvelous! I enjoyed browsing your poems. One line that reached out and grabbed me, "Only the serendipitous need apply".
ReplyDeleteMy feet have been firmly planted in Autumn for some time ~ all good ............ lovely Magpie!
ReplyDeleteI could see it all in your words
ReplyDeleteWonderful writing. I could really feel the closeness of this one.
ReplyDeleteStay warm even with shorter hair! Nicely expressed.
ReplyDeleteI love "Bare and thin my branches face the chill."
ReplyDeleteLove this.
ReplyDeleteSo personal, very relate-able.
I love the line about your feet in autumn. Mine are there too. I love autumn and I love your poem.
ReplyDeleteThe enigma of a season's change.
ReplyDeleteTruly delightful!! :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
ReplyDeleteand it'll grow back thicker and greener, lol
I promise:)
smiles. i like the warm touch there at the end...or maybe the longing...nice magpie!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Nice Mag...Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeleteI love the way you named colors and longings.
ReplyDeleteI like the transition from warm to cold and back again (maybe).
ReplyDeleteInvite you to try the prompts at Writer's Island...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Suki. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you, also, for visiting my blog and reading my first Magpie. Visitors and encouragement are always welcome, as I'm sure you know.
Kay, Alberta