Morning
tiptoed silently into the darkened room,

followed by clouds
that blush like tangerine and plum

as I wake with dreams merely forgotten
not erased.

~ a moment when we know it’s December ~

Leaves
detach from boughs and are translucent
as paper

urging me to gather fragments of thoughts
and recognize ardor that longs to meld
with the written word.

❄☕🥠🍒

Behind every calm demeanor there lies
unrest

knowing political language is as cherry tart
filled with guile,

and that oppressed are left with only one chance
to decide.

~ a moment when we know it’s December ~

Shimmering,
the new moon rose behind trees

as I listen to flutter of heart
and birdsong

while angst is forgotten and no longer brought
to mind.

 

Photo credits: Toa Heftiba, Unsplash

Form: Puente

Posted for ‘Sunday Mini-Challenge’ @ Real Toads

And posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

 

And posted on Monday Writes @ My Blog- Verses

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