| 30 Jun 2022 | 11:32

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

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

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

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

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

Pamela Loperena
Warwick, NY