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…
Ode to Beer
Quaffing a quince on golden shores a sunkist orange torn into spray citrus peels punch and pry fingers pressed in Nutella jar sipping freshly ground cappuccino coffee house cream stuck on lips grapefruit pith amber burns a Szechuan pepper full of earth spicy chilli pressed by sun mowed grass upon the dew pricking needles bark…