this chilly Tuesday – in the slate gray demeanor of a late
October afternoon – wrapped in Beethoven's Moonlight
Sonata … day's end yawns ... and begins to dim, as the
vespertine hour … gently … seeps into scene dissolve
the heat is kicking in, for the first time this autumn …
I smell the dust of summer ... it huffs and puffs, exhaled
from electric coils ... as redolent – as any scent that has
fragranced my life ... this one: the nip of 'home in fall'
I had forgotten the cozy glow of safe-haven coming into
view – at the end of a slow meandering play and dawdle
home from school ... a peak frean shortbread dipped
in fairy tea – waiting for me ... just beyond the green door
trees outside my window have almost shed their gold ...
their wood bone arms, rise up … and crack the sky …
a wisp of reminiscence stirs in dust and lugwig's notes …
and drifts … on the … held breath ... of time gone by
note: fairy tea - milk served in a teacup with a pinch of sugar and a splash of tea, to take the chill off.
photo: Tonight's Halloween- taken in 2011 by W. Bourke
© 2018 Wendy Bourke