• september

    by  • September 24, 2013 • hope • 4 Comments

    these are my favorite days
    when the summer’s shellackingleaf
    is painted over by fall’s crisp palette
    of expectancy and comfort

    I want to match the colors
    with aromas savory and sweet —
    layers of flavor and hope that
    sustain as the nights grow longer

    and winter hangs on the horizon
    barren branches and grey mornings
    the chill that goes bone-deep
    as the world curls up and falls asleep

    on my best wide awake days I see
    the trees — each one a burning bush
    their leaves flaring up and letting go
    letting go and falling to earth

    I turn on the lights in the kitchen
    and stir the same reds and oranges
    in the pan relishing the sound of the
    squash and peppers — suppertime

    yes, these are my favorite days
    when we eat supper in the early dark
    and remember we too are falling
    falling — and love will catch us

    Peace
    Milton

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    4 Responses to september

    1. Louise
      September 24, 2013 at 10:36 pm

      Lovely! Thank you.

    2. September 25, 2013 at 6:24 am

      Just checking in. Sweet to be so in touch with those moments as they arrive and pass by…
      I often think it’s the everyday (mundane? no.) minutes that are the most precious. The warm shower, the dog and her pet running by my house, a clean stove–or maybe a dirty one–, someone’s eyes lifted in humor, going to the movies, tomatoes on the back porch left by a neighbor…..

    3. berelaxed
      September 25, 2013 at 8:48 am

      Oh, I love this so!

    4. Claud
      September 25, 2013 at 10:06 am

      yes. yes. yes.

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