Hi there! Here’s a poem I wrote this evening about that autumn feeling, which I really love. Please feel free to leave a comment with your thoughts! Thanks.
There’s a scent in the air,
As creased and folded as an antique map, displaying
All the lands still inhabited by the unknown,
And all the guess-work etched
In lines of uncertainty;
It’s a scent that lingers in the hedges, in the dark corners
Under brambles, in between
The rich blossoming fruit,
Where field mice drink barley wine
The size of dewdrops;
It lingers in the stones that lie, weathered,
On a beach that holds the ache
Of every storm that’s passed its way, its secrets
Lie in dark caves, crying salt tears and crystals;
It is as light as a feather,
And as old as the earth,
And it lingers in the air like rain
Left on eyelashes, like smoke
Forming the memory
Of a flame.
A Teacup Full of Stories 