A road bends more
with autumn days,
its apron bowed
under paint shavings
and whittled gold.
A fence does not convince;
eyes have a way
of poking through
to say, "Hello!"
(or "Neigh, not you.")
The best things come
with a blur of intent,
too sweet to stick;
as I pin you
between wind and kiss.
These are the jewels
I'd take for a crown
if you were the boy
and I was a girl
and the woods hid trolls.
That we might rest
with a comfort of hands
and dangling feet
as the hinges squeak
and time sits down.
10 comments:
if the woods hid trolls.
Excellent. Love these. Great short pieces.
Love the line ... between wind and kiss
As long as everyone is naming a favorite, mine's and time sits down.
Gorjus words, gorjus pics. Do more posts like this one.
I liked the road best of all. I want my walking legs back so I could be on it again. The picture brought me to a beautiful sadness for a past I will never regain.
I love the horse shot! That's an award winner. Your words here are perfect gems. Uplifting, marvelous.
Your lilting words rise up in the sweet fall air. Oh, I love "if the woods hid trolls." I just encountered some trolls on Sunday in our woods....there is no mistaking their voices, or their quick shuffle in the leaves.
Most delightful lines....
The best things come with a blur of intent,too sweet to stick; as I pin you between wind and kiss.
Captivating, Sarah!
Lovely & evocative.
My fav:
...these are the jewels I'd take for a crown...
i love how the words and pictures weave together - how they can be read individually or as one poem. there is magic here - that little blur in the butterfly wing - time sitting down. beautiful.
Charles - I appreciate that! They're fun to do.
Travis - thanks. I liked that one, too.
Steve - aye, aye, Cap'n! I'd love to do more of these. I just need some more quality pics.
Mark - that road lives inside of you. You take us with you all the time.
Cat - from you, that's a huge compliment! :) I love these little capsules of time and breath.
Kay - trolls are always scuttling about, aren't they? I love those crunching leaves, that whispering wind. Autumn's their singular season.
Thank you for letting me know which lines spoke to you. It means so much!
Bebo - those leaves were more beautiful than any jewels I've yet seen. Thanks for dropping in here.
Joaquin - it did feel like a magical afternoon. Taking more from the sweetness of autumn than the melancholy. Thank you.
Loved this whole post, Sarah. You do such wonderful work.
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