Sharon A Gibbs 
An Unexpected Comfort
October skies thin.
Carnal colors fall
at my feet.
Nature’s busy needles knit
glowing cloaks of color,
embroidered in piercing reds.
Blueberry barrens shed sanguine,
in the distant patch.
Ripened winterberries crochet bobbles
in autumn’s ebbing fields.
A crown of bare branches
howls to reach the sun.
Whispers of cold ripple in the wind,
as ashen bits of life cast upon the land;
This piercing, ebbing,
thinning, falling
draws me in—
brings unexpected comfort.
(Photos by Sharon A Gibbs)
4 Comments
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Nice one Sharon. I recognize the pictures. Great date. I look forward to writing more myself. I think I’ll develop the pictures, then scrapbook them with a poem. The idea of a blog creeps me out.
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Thanks Donna. Yes. A great time, indeed. I look forward to hearing more of your poems.
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Your photography is gorgeous.
(And, oh! The reds of that field. Enchanting.)
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Thank you, LL Barkat. I think autumn in Maine is my favorite time of year.
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