Tuesday, October 10, 2006

poem

Autumnal Exposé

It's colder this morning than it has been,
the moon sliding like ice high in the sky
and the breeze catching at my exposed ankles
with the nip nip nip of tiny kittens
too weak to harm, too curious to
stop chasing the leaves that have fallen.
It's cold enough to hint whispers
into the air with every breath
but like the neighbor's secrets
they turn to vapor in the sunlight
and float away unspoken.

5 comments:

Anne Bauer said...

I love this - especially "the moon sliding like ice high in the sky." Thanks for posting.

Anonymous said...

How lovely. I love the same line that Anne loves too.

Sharon Hurlbut said...

Thanks Anne and Stephanie!! I seem to be writing a lot of Fall poetry at the moment. Maybe because it's my favorite time of year.

Patry Francis said...

I love how you combine the evanescence of the neighbors secrets with autumn.

Sharon Hurlbut said...

Patry - Thank you! Evanescence, what a wonderful word. Your comments always mean so much to me.