Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Gifts From Small Gods




small gods
strew yellows and pinks
onto dew from liquid palattes,
a gift to the cats who stalk them
in the jungles of spent tomatoes
and browned squash

captured,
i sit awash in morning's gifts
gathering courage
from waxen images
torn open
spilling seed

colors run together
until all i can see is brown
and I am reminded that
there is no tomorrow
without fertile soil.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016







7 comments:

  1. Ahhh, fertile soil and the hope of tomorrow.. Great imagery here, Audrey xx

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  2. Striking work and strong ending. I love "there is no tomorrow without fertile soil."

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  3. Wonderful. Enjoyed this. When I read the words fertile soil I could imagine the scent of the earth as the sun starts warming it in spring.

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  4. A tribute to a beautiful and colorful season ~ Lovely writing Audrey ~

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  5. I like the colors you weave into the tapestry of your garden. This was my 53rd birthday. :)

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