Unbottled light
Spilled autumnal
Feast, at your feet
Red sweet orange
Skies racing blue
Words out of breath
In tousled leaves
A solar updraft, warm
Conversations lost
In summer’s last run
A clattering spoon
On a bare café floor
No interloper. I wait
Listening as sun soaks
Coffee brown earth
Savouring light, scribbling
Outside the lines
© 2014 S. Michaels
Light Years
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October 16, 2014 at 11:30 pm
Love this perspective!
October 14, 2014 at 2:39 am
Beautiful poetry…..and I was standing under a cluster of trees just like this yesterday 🙂