Autumn Nip
Autumn
slips to
winter cold
and
wet clings
to everything
but even now
beauty holds
all rapt
in its
embrace.
The transition from fall to winter is a slow one in this part of the world, filled with a nip in the air and cold rains, vibrant leaves and emerging green as evergreens overtake autumn shades.
Memory Lane
The beaded curtain
rustles as strands brush
like whispering
branches
at the edge
of the long field
and as
incense swirls
through the senses
memories
of autumn hikes
through
tall damp grasses
rise in the mind.
Battered
The fallen
lies
on uneven
ground
and exhales
as wet drops
splatter
over his face
and the cold
of the ground
beneath him
eases
new aches.
Blood tastes different in the rain.
The Pause
Stand
very still
and listen
to the soft
patter
of raindrops
caught
to drip slowly
from
nature’s
fingertips
as cold
nips at the tip
of my nose.
Radiant Whispers
Golden bursts
of bright leaves
radiant
in the gray light
of cloudy
afternoon skies
welcome visitors
to wander
as they
whisper
to each other
about
warmer days
gone by.
Prompt: Pull up to three cards use them as the inspiration to describe an evening stroll (real or fictional) near you.
The Magician – In the air swirls the scent of sweet jasmine dying on the vine, a cool breeze swirling through the air carrying the soft lick moisture and a slight nip of chill. Dressed in warm sweater and jacket with thick socks and boots on my feet, I wander along a pale sidewalk dyed in speckled shades of autumn leaves once fallen and now washed away.
The Hierophant – A breeze causes a breath of sound that skims in a hissing whisper through nearly bare branches, the hint of brine in the air speaking of low tides and seagull feasts not seen, but promised all the same. The nose tells of more than just low tide and exposed barnacles, but Saturday dinners of pork fried rice and sizzling casseroles as wafting scents of grilled cheese tinge the air.
The Wheel of Fortune – Looking up as I move along the sidewalk, low clouds lit by city lights billow still and gray above, hovering low and close in the night sky, and a fat raindrop falls to splash on a flushed cheek. Another follows to pat down on a shoulder, then another on my nose. Dressed warmly, I am prepared… and yet I’ll still be soaked by the time I make it home.
