October is the shawl around the shoulders of winter
The be-draggled be-gonias that will fast be-gone
Lavender shadows in the soft silver hair of the elders
And in the air of an aging year that will not go down quietly
The bite of the noon breeze is sharper than my mother’s tongue
Whetted by the contrast of cerulean and coppery shades
Shimmering in the reluctant light
As it pulls the unknowable close
October rustles her shawl
Tucked snug around the thin days
And turns inward.
October 2, 2015
In silvery notes
Autumn rains down golden leaves
Image: Autumn Wolf Woman, copyright Jaylene Whitehurst.
beyond the deep blue velvet curtain
of making breakfast
hangs a gossamer sheer
a fine and fragile barely there veil
thin as a breath
every night she pulls it aside
crawls through to her life beyond
Thursday, April 04, 2013
He: Where you headed?
She: Just out for a walk…
He: Oh, well, you’ll need some music. Where’s your iPod? It’ll make the time pass faster! And it’ll give you a beat to walk to!
She: No. I am not looking to rush through my Life, so no need to try to rush up time. As if I could….and the beat of my heart is all the beat I want.
He: But the music…?
She: The birds are music enough.
Long long long pause.
He: (putting the iPod down) Would you mind if I came along?