Seasonal

This entry is part 1 of 27 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2014

Let it be swift, let it be easy
as quick cover of new snow.

Let it bear tokens of what
we loved the most in summer—

Let it be dappled as the light
that slicks the undersides of leaves.

Let it have hands that feel
no heavier than breath.

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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