~~ with Jaime's permission / Drake Park, Bend Oregon ~~
carved faces grinning in the velvet night
harvest moon, a silver lantern's gleam
is this reality or simply a lovely dream
autumn's grasp feels tender
apple cider on my lips in the velvety night
dampened leaves beneath my feet
fragrant dance, my world transformed
autumn's essence, tangible, surreal
canvas of memories our hearts conceal
bonfire smoke that gently weaves a
tapestry of love in the quiet night
Melissa has us "folding poetry into Autumn" in the Pub
You really worked well with the sights, sounds, fragrances tied to memory here. Love the “carved faces grinning in the velvet night”.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Helen!
ReplyDeleteautumn's grasp feels tender--that is just perfect!
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, Helen, it positively leaves a glow, so vivid is the sensual texture of each line. Autumn is here.
ReplyDeleteI do love autumn. Especially "carved faces grinning in the night"!
ReplyDeleteMy favorite time of year. You've cast such a bewitching spell of autumn!
ReplyDeleteThis feels so romantic, Helen. I love your last line.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely stunning! I especially admire; "autumn's grasp feels tender/
ReplyDeleteapple cider on my lips in the velvet night/dampened leaves beneath my feet." ❤️❤️❤️