Prickmedainty Poetry

Autumnal Musings

Scattered and distorted images of grace—

Heaven through a kaleidoscope,

Colors tumbling and turning in cyclic upflows

of jewel's blood spilled—spilling

like the heart of the World

washing / burying / bursting anew.

A time of frost sequin and snow dust

veiling the mountains / sharpening senses

keen airs filling the cavity of me

with a soft and wild pervasive hope.

Trancing Autumn;

My pen will not catch you,

but you have caught me.