Dadirri

.I.
raking summer’s tears,
I brush away woodland warmth.
maple leaves burn crisp.

.II.
chunky cable knits.
slouchy smiles all wear thin.
sweater weather chills.

.III.
chapped, raisin-dried lips
touch the ceramic rim of
a hot cocoa mug.

.IV.
festive spirits rise
with candlelit incense mist;
pure orchard sweet dreams.

.V.
a gust of gold flares.
words trade themselves for whispers.
you breathe in wonders.

Pamela Loperena
Warwick, NY