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.
© 2015 Nortina Simmons
Originally published October 21, 2015
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Fracture? Aww, I hope Autumn didn’t get hurt!
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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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