Showing posts from October, 2019

Season of Crumble

In the palm of eyes and the ear of skin days darken before they even begin.
The sky bleeds crows in drops of black ink, leaves rise on the fall, wither and shrink.
Neither here nor there mist laces bare limbs with droplets of dew, whispers, and whims.
In the season of crumble the hours grow short, shadows grow longer, and wicked holds court.
Beware of what you hear, be careful where you go. Witch and winter plot in sable and drifting snow.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
Poets United ~ Midweek Motif

Writing with a Paintbrush

At the Seashore by S. Anderson
Winter grumbles its gray across the sky, but I dance in the sea spill of blue racing across the sand and summon July’s spirit to pinch my cheeks with summer.
Beescape by P. D. Laine
Concrete molds me into its city hum of traffic growl and chaotic motion.
Outside my window honeybees find their Eden in a small plot of purple and gold daises.
I press my hands to the glass to feel the irony.
No Title by O. Bentor

bird of paradise
winged blooms perched on stems color’s flight pattern

Fire & Ice by S. Anderson
Sunlight skinny dips in November’s chill Daydreams learn to swim in the season of frosted breath.
Green Paradise by B. Grimes
Green stems cackle their song of June