warmth in october mornings.

by hiraeth   Oct 14, 2020

and then, you –

picturesque, plaited hair unfurled into loose curls in
mid-slumber, free-falling in warm dreams like a child
jumping into a pile of leaves in autumn.
the light, a bard, drunkenly stumbles into the room
singing love songs, painting you delicately in the light,
only a cold october morning can offer.
i gravitate towards your eyes, wanting to kiss
the sleep away, but i pull back hovering over
your forehead in a moment of hesitation.
in this moment, the bard and i
drink merrily in ode to you.

and then, you wake –

setting my heart ablaze
once more.


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  • 6 months ago

    by Everlasting

    Your poems are always rich with imagery. I love how warmth this poem feels when I read it. There’s something peaceful about seeing someone you love sleep. This poem does a great job with details. I can picture the curly hair And my fav part was the description of “a child jumping into the piles of leaves”. Thank you for sharing. Somehow I’m left with a smile after reading the poem. <3

  • 6 months ago

    by Keira Pickard

    There is such beautiful imagery and warmth in this poem! It definitely makes you think of Autumn and October... its amazing.

  • 7 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    If a poem could radiate light and warmth and dreaminess, it would do so here! The purity in this love and ode, the devotion, just makes my heart smile. No other words ^_^

  • 7 months ago

    by Rania Moallem

    <3 ...

  • 7 months ago

    by Star


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