Autumn Lapse

Love Tanka #5

Sun sets an hour
early; wind pushes east, sends
fallen, burgundy
leaves adrift. Wool scarf tightens
around neck; coffee cools in

Styrofoam cup—pumpkin spice.
Pumpkin patch picked; please, contest
winner, spice up this
love with cinnamon kisses.
My Rip Van Winkle slept the

Autumn away; wood
splinters fracture his cheekbones.
Frost-bitten lips, blue
like night’s sky when moon is full,
and I dream he’ll wake in Spring.


Inspired by the following word prompt for Write or Die Wednesday. 8cc91a2f-e747-4d7f-ac86-5fc227289626


4 thoughts on “Autumn Lapse

  1. I just don’t even know what to say anymore, girlfriend! You are a master of your craft ❤

    I need some cinnamon kisses in my life. Also, "Wool scarf tightens / around neck;" made me chuckle, cause I get little panic attacks from wearing scarves. I swear they're out to choke me. Haha

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