November morning

by poetrydiary

Sun-skated frost lines,
softened by ice blue skies
(echoing your bright eyes)
withdraw into shade.

Later, the Japanese prints
of fallen leaves on paving
(we both saw together)
recall gentler times.

Wet shoes, and mud underfoot;
smoke failing to rise
(the damp is too much)
smoulders, with my mood, like the day.


I’ve been back in the UK a week or two, and we had a beautiful start to today – but it was still a struggle to motivate myself. This poem was inspired by walking into town with my son, for a coffee.

Posted on dVerse and  Poets United.