We blinked, and suddenly it’s fall. I wrote this poem last autumn but kept it squirrelled away until now. I’m more drawn to writing poetry these days even though my focus is my novel; it offers a welcome break between chapters.

Sonia Nicholson photo.
when i doubt
the dimming light
caught in drops
like headlights in
eyes
cast down on a wet
black street,
my head lowers
into hands.
another west coast storm.
when i fear
your frosty night
feeling stops
breath frozen to your
touch
i resist tendril
fingers,
undoing fists
like knots.
a warmth in my darkness.
when i fall
during the fight
like a clock
i stumble exposed
out
to face you under
the oak,
a gust signals
the leaves.
green amber red and go.
when they take
their final flight
positions locked
on your orders they
jump
like swimmers in synch
perform,
with promises
to return.
sky bursting with applause.
when we meet
skin glowing bright
after a walk
in a warmer season
past
i remember our
pattern,
tempestuous
and dazzling.
a foghorn siren song.
Thank you for sharing! Thank you to your men for their service on Saturday. Bambie
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Those words prompt deep reflection… and take me places.
~NF
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