autumn’s latibule
good books and a warm blanket
a haimish retreat

Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
autumn’s latibule
good books and a warm blanket
a haimish retreat

love torn asunder
serrated edges draw blood
but the heart beats on
striking like a billy club
redemption in copper red

Thanks to RDP and Esther for great prompts- SERRATED AND CLUB.
as gold turns to ash
the barren branches quiver
but the green may wane
as spring can bring a swift frost
and each day may be our last

Thanks to Yvette for a thoughtful prompt.
https://tankatuesday.com/2025/09/23/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-31-just-one-day-09-23-25/
rough like bark and brush
babbling water turns putrid
as the snake returns
with false speech and slight of hand
his rap still charms the sparrows

(Image credit: Matt Wuerker | Copyright 2021 Andrews McMeel Syndication)
This Sunday, Benda gives us the following words in her Sunday Whirl:
hands brush water sparrows snake babbling slot rap piped bark exiled speech
Doesn’t really help to vent but I had to go where the words take me!
seven minutes gone
time moving like molasses
bittersweet and slow
and the scent carries me back
to bygone weekend mornings
