The lingering embers of sweet grass on cold October nights
Dew on the morning honeysuckle that warmly wrapped us in July
Star-dust trailing across a seemingly never-ending August sky
September rains, the forest and full moon tide
Tiny breathes in December as snowfall blankets outside
Opening blooms and light announcing May has arrived
Sipping a warm latte while bundled on the beach, moments in April’s time
Laughter and glances, Shiraz, the scent of March for you and I
You asked what your scent was
It is the softness and perfection of taste, memory and time
~Alisa Hutton
Such a beautifully put poem, Alisa. Good to see you here again. You are a gifted writer.
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Thank you so much, Renee! I miss my WP family:) So little time these days sit and write, so when I do I jump at it!
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Alisa, this line resonated with me, as we love the beach in off seasons.
“Sipping a warm latte while bundled on the beach, moments in April’s time.”
How have you been? Keith
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Thank you, Keith. So lovely to see you message on here. I have been well! Very busy with life and work. It hasn’t been leaving me much creative time but I try to get some writing done when I can 🙂 I hope you are very well and wishing you a very Merry Christmas.
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Such a lovely poem.
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Thank you xo
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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