Early morning sun kisses the foothills
with hues of bronze and purple.
You descend the staircase.
I wait for your touch to heal my wounds.
As always, you gloss over my sadness,
take me in your arms as though I were a doll
abandoned by a child in a corner of the room.
Your love restores my hope for the moment.
At noon we wander in a field of pumpkin gourds.
Among a bed of drooping roses one stands tall.
You slice its stem with your pocket knife,
inhale its fragrance then hand it to me.
When evening comes we sit together on the porch,
extract the last ray of light from day’s end.
You hook your arm in mine
and lead me gently back into the night.
Over at dVerse Poets’ Pub it’s Open Link Night where Joy Ann Jones, known as hedgewitch here in the world of poetry, reflects on the mystery of October and thus inspired me to go back into the archives to find and repost this poem. For OLN, you’re invited to post any of your poems…it’s not theme-based.
This has an understated sense of romance that I really, really love. Nicely done.
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How beautiful!
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just thought i’d drop in and say hello…hope you’re having a lovely weekend victoria
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Such splendid images of love and pumpkin patches!
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This is so lovely. Thank you for reminding me how wonderful a companion the sun can be and my neglect to be aware of this presence. A wonderful poem. Thank you.
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Love this – tis beautiful.
Anna :o]
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i love the romance in this ~ the last line is stunning!
beautiful, Victoria!
♥
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lovely imagery you color in this, beautifully written ~ Rose
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Awww… wonderful and wonderfilled…tender, soft, loving, safe… just as love should be. Beautiful write.
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love the poem – and agree with HedgeWitch – full of mature autumn love, the kind that knows how to take that kind of walk
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ah lovely and i agree w HedgeWitch – mature autumn full love
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This had a dreamy feeling for me, as if floating on a cloud of love.
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A beautiful poem, ripe as autumn, full of mature love. I especially like the ending, and the gesture of the rose.
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Lovely. I especially like the third stanza, which I think holds the meaning of the poem.
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I am hugging this lovely poem to myself.
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resonated….deep…gloss over sadness….how apt…
beautifully penned….
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simply beautiful……
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There is a peaceful resignation about this poem.Sadness in the offing.
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Such a feeling of quiet strength in this one. Truly showing instead of just telling. 🙂
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i love the gentleness and care and comfort in this victoria…so peaceful…
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Beautiful poetry here. I feel the mixed feelings….the glossing over the sadness, yet the love that restores hope!!
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smiles….the glossed over sadness, is sad, but i wonder if in living with you and reminding you of life they did not do all the more good…willing to walk the day with you…
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I love the way you writing makes me gasp!
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I felt the cloud of depression hovering just above this piece, although the spirit valiantly forged ahead. So very relatable; and the imagery is warming, encouraging, hopeful.
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Oh, I remember this gem, simply beautiful!
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Love the images in this, a beautiful write.
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Glossing over sadness, as we so often do, only to repeat. A warming but sad poem. Individuals we remain.
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