Tuesday, December 7, 2010

October’s Opal

081110bend October’s Opal by Robert Savino
October is here, once again,
barely transcending the threshold of autumn.
The maple is turning yellow to orange, to red,
soon to be bared by winter.

Ah winter, when blankets of bliss
cover spoon-fit bodies,91178113547390998
flickering sparks to flames. . .
until love of spring gardens
becomes the rapture of summer bloom.

And looking from outside-in,
beyond recognizable beauty,
the ruby of jewels glows bright,
pumping currents of rivers red,
deep into the wells of every extremity.
Our chest fills with laughter.
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When apart, even so brief,
this season stays with you,
whether I am or not
and your voice with me,

through wind’s immutable breath.

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