Sunday, November 24, 2013

My heart on this autumn morning



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The River Avon at Sea Mills.
Mattbuck





I am grateful for the life I have this morning--




i watch the dust motes circle in their small orbits
falling around each other like stars
kissing the dust of loves left behind,

their patterns holding my heart as it turns.

i hold the promise of a newly minted day,
coffee cup pressed against my cheek
to let its warmth seep in
next to the place you leave behind each day,

as i turn toward the sun again.

i feel the press of you
encoded somewhere in my skin
DNA metered and puzzled out over time

a lifetime of days, folding one into another
weaving blues and greens,
a sea of cotton,

their patterns a cushion for my heart.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

posted for Poets United




Tuesday, November 19, 2013

A Little Death








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Vera Buhl
Leaves, Bodenheim, Germany








they dance in their way

moving to rhythms

deeply embedded

in messages carried by sap

stung by autumn's latent kiss




they die the little death

mourned by grub and weevil

as blood dances upon

withered leaves

crimsoned,

an italic

upon a plate

of copper

etched




and i,

festooned in their garb

shed my worry

as they do theirs

each to a small sleep

predetermined

a book of changes

wrought




copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013




forgive my absence. November is being usurped by Nanowrimo--

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Brevity




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Naherholung: alter Rhein zwischen Hohenems und Lustenau in Vorarlberg
-Böhringer friedrich




The brevity of moment

          Shines its light upon the mist


A pearled sky above.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Posted for Poets United