a poem in my pocket

sleigh me with holly-

festooned bouquet of

ruffled-candy carnations

and blood-red roses to

match metal runners…

though pine boughs dry,

love remains evergreen

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tempt me with dainty

toffee treats, dipped in

choice milk or dark, dusted

with crushed almonds to

tantalize taste buds…

crisp buttery crunch of

melt-in-your-mouth savor

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Full disclosure: toffee was gift from investment company and floral centerpiece from realtor who sold us our new home 🙂

pure and persuasive as spring rains

accumulate and wait for moonrise…

memos from heaven everywhere; next to

my feet…see, i am taking off my shoes.

bare branches as springboards for

flight, riding the breath of God?

onion heart…never getting all the way in

but what cardiologist God, wearing scrubs,

air around him clarified suddenly and

by that i think God means us to be

an inner fountain springing always fresh

to grow in His reflected image!

An ending poem of 12 lines for the end of the year and the 12th month as prompted by Laura Bloomsbury at dVerse. I chose ending lines from poems in Sea Glass by Luci Shaw, 2016. (In final line I changed pronoun “its” to “his”).

We’re grateful to live where autumn ripens into a real season. Fields of corn and soybeans dry, then die to be harvested by hungry combines. The trees shed their modest summer greenery and commence puttin’ on the ritz in shades of russet, rich brown, gold, and burnt orange.

We’ll admit to overdosing on pumpkin: picked from pumpkin patch, decorating our doorstep, carved into jolly jack-o-lanterns, made into moist muffins or perfect pie, sipped as pumpkin-spice flavored coffee or chai.

We all enjoy sitting closer with family or neighbors around blaze of bonfire, roasting sticks in hand, as the sun goes down. Even the dogs and cows put on warmer coats.

when outdoor temps dip

make s’mores in microwave

marshmallows puff up

Linking to dVerse poets where Linda Lee Lyberg hosts autumn haibun. Photo of my grandson who is 3 today!