charlie Sep 2018
august’s withered days swing from view.⠀⠀
flicker of a breeze caresses earth’s cheek.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
crinkle of a leaf, a wail beneath your feet.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
a wispy veil of dew covers the dried remains of a summer’s past.
treetops glistering, vibrant golden hues⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
first flicker of daybreak rising slowly.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
an infant’s feeble cry of autumn’s might.⠀⠀⠀
Although November is personally my favorite month, September has always held a special place in my heart, even if it feels like it flies by so fast. // Twelve Months of Poetry Series : 1
Coral henges Sep 2018
Take me to the ceder trees
The yellow marigolds
Take the women to farms
The men to the fields
The children play in the mud
Babies born at home
Their final homes on a somber hill
Each with their names and nothing more
We don’t need to explain who they were
They’re our family

The dogs run all day heard the sheep
The cows lay in the sun
The hens chase the grasshoppers
The grasshoppers eat my grandmothers flowers

Life was quiter
Take me back

To live in Gods creation is all one needs
You may search all your life,
And you may never find
Someone with a spectacular mind

An old-fashioned grace,
Simplistic in taste,
An attraction of personality of charm

When your search ends,
You may just find,
That the person you seek,
Might just find you
Grace is something that we all need in our life.  Old-fashioned grace brings to mind a women that might love the dress and style of the past.  Or it may  be old fashioned charm a woman can present while being courted.  As always, I hope I leave you with a mystery that stimulates your imagination.
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