Paw prints cling to air
Memory touches golden fur
Dry ash coats my mouth
Weeping salt stings sight
Your breath, still, falls on my heart
Autumn you’re a thief.
Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt: write a poem that:
- Is specific to a season
- Uses imagery that relates to all five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell)
- Includes a rhetorical question, (like Keats’ “where are the songs of spring?”)
30 Poems in 30 Days
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