Welcome to another episode of Throwback Thursday, poetry edition. Today’s poem marks something special: a change in seasons. Ah, yes, Fall is just around the corner, literally a day away, and I don’t know about you, but I’m anxious to pull out the knit sweaters, the wool scarfs, the suede boots, and of course indulge on the pumpkin spiced lattes (I don’t care what Martha Stewart says)! What do you love most about Fall? Here’s an autumn inspired love poem to get you in the mood.
Originally published October 21, 2015 for the Write or Die Wednesday challenge.
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.
—Nortina
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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I love the last line about you dreaming he wakes up.
That’s quite original. Keep on writing.
I hope you check out my poem too.
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Goodness gracious, the imagery in this poem – SWOON. I can feel the chill in the air. You truly have a way with words! Thanks so much for sharing and linking up with us for Write or Die! xo
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Love the imagery!
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