autumn's bed

 

i palm daffodil bulbs with shrivelled 

leaves

it is time:

spading the rain-soaked soil,

i seed golden orbs with roots

on black-thumbed bed, 

underneath roses

threading death-stoned husks

night blankets quickly as sunlight 

mellows-

i mutter spring's magic

on wooden fence, chickadees are

eavesdropping 

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Quadrille, hosted by Kim M. Russell.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, eavesdropping.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Sepia dreams

 

we are tinged by melancholy

of summer's end

we watch blooms fall, faint

as whisper as wind tarries by

lavender mirrors your face

as tides ebb & flow

autumn approaches with slow

feet, sweeping sepia tones

over green hills,

potted mums & ripe berries

black crows watch on sidelines

as light & clock winds down

we walk on exiled dreams 

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Midnight sky

love, come

midnight sky is moon-dewed

       under a colony of stars

darkness fades

as you trace fragrant words

       upon my skin

your kiss is blade of cognac

pulsing beneath my chest

      slurping, feasting, beguiling

burn the night

ocean-silk between my thighs

      staking my every sigh

cloving my every word

     with wild murmurings of wind     

And I will blaze

open, a pink-cherry blooming

     with all fire in me

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Exploring Erotica as a Literary Genre, guest hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.   I prefer writing sensual poems with lots of metaphor.  Thanks for joining in.   

Chrysanthemums

 

We beehive in the room

Lemonading & plumming our wine glasses

Smoked-cheese fingers, we willow tree on stools

Mapled by empty butterfly cocoons

Then, a sudden rain octupus the sky

We squirrel outside, sunflower-eyed at clouds

Our voices frogging with ripe peaches

The hours humming, scent of petalled mums

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar - Verbing hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Rust

the sunlight on your face

wheat-golden as new day

grains of honey sprinkling oat milk sky

i fall into trance

these plum-kissed blooms

enticing blustering wind

to hiccups & heaves on leaves

edging with first rust of autumn 

Posting for dVerse Poets Pub- Waiting on Wheat, with guest host, Rosemarie Gonzales.

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You & summmer

 

You are wrapped in clouds

Wearing a face mask

Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled

You reel in fishbones & blues

While reading palms of dreamers

I pen my canvas

with the last of summer warmth

My feet on fallen crab apples

Caterpillared by sudden rain 

Clowning happiest with sounds of your laughter 

Line:   Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled

from You're by Syliva Plath

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Clowning around, by Lisa Fox.   Thanks for your comments and visits.

Unmasked

 

My mind is toss up in word salad

Mixed with fresh herbs, my "baby" plants

are rooting nicely with tiny buds & thirsty roots

My fingers are forks, raking down to remove

dead leaves and fading summer blossomes

Autumn arrives with first harvest

Wild crab apples, plentiful for the squirrels & birds

I inhale warmth of dying sunset, orange-crinkled sky

(my pack of oranges are not so sweet)

My red roses, still blooming, second chances, i

Will always take, wearing a mask

Pixellated, stripes of black & white

My chest a garden of hopes, basketball hoops & hoses

Optimistic as red fat sweet tomatoes  

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Stream of Consciousness Poem.  Please join us when the pub door opens at 3pm EST.  

i prefer the city's backyard view

a lively canvas is drawn:

birds from chickadees, cardinals & bluejays pecking  

for seeds & squirrels scarmbling over fences & trees 

& wild bunnies scouting for food

on days when the dark clouds are rolling
& northern wind knocks the flowers of their golden crowns
& fruit trees are bearing hint of autumn with pears growing wild

i gather my paintbrush
& splash a bit of tangerine color at the sides
& dash of marmalade & lilac streaks across the horizon
& liberal dose of blue sky & bubbling clouds

i fold into
                  paper plane
                                        zipping out of the
                                                                        window

Mississauga City

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Looking out the Windows with guest host, Peter Frankis from Austrailia.   Please join us with a window photo from your home and a poem when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thank you for the comments.

slow dance

frayed daffodil leaves
thirsting under summer sun-
orange cardinals hop

among the brambles,
cones & wilting rose bushes-
wild bunnies stop

wary of red fox
& coyotes lurking about-
sky- dragon of clouds

i hold 
spring bulbs for fall's planting-
sunset fades- slow dance




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Haiku sequence, hosted by Frank Tassone.  Thanks for your visit and comments.

good morning

a scratch, then tip-tap by the bedroom window
pair of chickadees settles on my red tiled roof
soft as pitter-patter of rain on summer day
then the curious bird, perches just outside my frame
a few seconds, our eyes meet & he flies away
gifting me with bubbling smile to start my day

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - Flights of Fancy, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.  Thanks for the visits and comments.