the wrap
by Kitty Boots
a brittle bundle of thoughts
colliding with satellite dreams
spins, crashes
branches, stark, crowded with crows
scratch at the sky, tremble
a whisper of wind, scented with woodsmoke
teases the nostrils
sparrows peck and back-hop, rustle curled leaves
slapped by frost, morning glories hang limp
inside I light a candle, sit before the hearth
stare at fire, fragrant with cedar
I bite into a mountain apple, sweet, firm
it assuages the bitterness
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almost the end of another year
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Beautiful
"sparrows peck and back-hop, rustle curled leaves"
lovely.
Kitty, thank you for "a brittle bundle of thoughts."*
Lovely: "fragrance with cedar" - nice ambience.
Great imagery carried along on a flowing rythm-- beatifully done.
Thank you, Dianne
Thank you, Darryl
Thank you, Tim. Use the phrase in a song! :)
Thank you, Erika
Thank you, David
Beautiful!
Thank you, Agnes
Lovely work.