"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Monday, October 11, 2010

Tea in October.

Green tea,
hot and bittersweet,
drops into my stomach
and warms cold thoughts.
Blood flows again,
and my fingers
don't feel
so paralyzed
with snarking October winds.

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The colors of autumn are starting to fade here, from those dramtic yellows and oranges to a dull, flat, decaying brown. Feels like winter is almost here.


  1. I can identify with this one. Nice work!

  2. We had some of those snarking October winds today - I can totally relate to this! Great poem!


"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."