As changing leaves in November,
as secrets I carry with me
into sleep,
fascinated by shimmering kisses
that hurt,
I pen down thoughts of the moment.
There are days when I’m the wind
urging earth to wrap its arms around me
and closer keep.

 

Photo credits: Loui Jover, Pinterest

Posted for “Quadrille #91” @ dverse Pub

Posted on Poetry Pantry @ Poets United