It is the first few freezing nights
that is when I miss you most
It is the first few fallen
dried dead leaves
that is when I miss you most
It is the blackberries, apples and yams.
that is when I miss you most.
It is the foliage
it is the full moon.
It is the smell of warmth
flying up between each strand of hair
It is the nights where stillness
and sound
procreate
It is you,
who I miss the most.
Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 9:56 PM UTC
It is the first few freezing nights
that is when I miss you most
It is the first few fallen
dried dead leaves
that is when I miss you most
It is the blackberries, apples and yams.
that is when I miss you most.
It is the foliage
it is the full moon.
It is the smell of warmth
flying up between each strand of hair
It is the nights where stillness
and sound
procreate
It is you,
who I miss the most.
Copyright Sept 15, 2010 by Renee S. Loren