This is how it’s going to be

Between the strokes of dawn
October sighs,
graceful boughs with prettiest of charcoal sketches
as feeling grows—
I would open a vein for you;
if it meant to shield you from the hypocrisies of the world,
fidelity dark amber is a blanket of sorts.



Photo credits: Heartache by Jen Duran

Merril is our hostess today at dVerse and the word is “Blanket.” Come join us! ❤️

Posted for Quadrille #113 @ dVerse Poets Pub