cross-quarter days
by Kitty Boots
did you manage to live within your harvest,
share your bounty by offering one perfect pear
wrapped in tissue to a friend,
or tart, winey apples cut in wedges,
break bread at a scarred wooden table?
embrace the autumnal rain of leaves
from trees naked, but not embarrassed
for they appear now as their true selves,
as do the pumpkins, caved-in, tired
sentinels in a frost-blackened field
make clean your hearth
sweep with a new broom
you'll need the heat and light
as you hang your resolutions
with cedar and pine, resinous, sticky
parasitic mistletoe shot out of gnarled trees
time to slumber, weave dreams
and worship each ray of a tired, pale sun
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Author's Note
Seasons change, do people?
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This is gorgeous,resonant, has a sacred feel.
Lovely work, again.
Lovely reading.
love this!
love the title *
*, Kitty. Yet more of your beautiful work, so smartly drawn.
Good balance of texture and meaning. Great stuff.
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Wonderful imagery here. I like the poem.
Thank you, Matt, Gary, Erika, Gary, David, Jill, Jenny and Sam!
:)
Absolute gorgeous piece of writing, Kitty. Love how you've refreshed the season with sharp, concrete images/metaphor. Especially taken with such in your 2nd stanza: "embrace the autumnal rain of leaves/from trees naked, but not embarrassed/for they appear now as their true selves,/as do the pumpkins, caved-in, tired/sentinels in a frost-blackened field"
Beautiful, Kitty. So full, generous, exquisite. Love opening with a question--very effective, engaging, eye-to-eye.
Just lovely. *
Thank you, Ed. Tried to put into words the season, atmosphere, etc. So glad you enjoyed it.
Thank you, Dianne. Am always experimenting, trying different approaches.
Thank you, Charlotte. :)