Anticipation

with guile and gold
winds of autumn calling, fall towards
handmaid of winter, sister of spring

the child seeks
your self portrait revealed –
the laughter of leaf gone out to play,
sweet frosted kiss
the apples ripe lips
dancing of sunset across harvest field
silhouette days sketched – lines
to be filled
your paint brush drips cornsilk and berry -
confessing laws broken
tossed well away; as

hearths first log finds young eyes aglow
in warmth of knit, mothers down quilt –
remembering the season - you record
now as past;
silently imagining, winters
first snow

bkmackenzie
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