
The calendar changes
With it the season
Warm sun now
Joined by coolest breeze
Night comes earlier
Mornings arrive later
Trees put on a pageant
Autumn has arrived
-gws
Poems I have written and shared on Instagram.

The calendar changes
With it the season
Warm sun now
Joined by coolest breeze
Night comes earlier
Mornings arrive later
Trees put on a pageant
Autumn has arrived
-gws

This fall I will be
chasing watercolor sunsets,
reading fantasy,
writing poetry,
baking apples,
and painting dreams.
I will be at peace.
-gws

Autumn:
The season where a shower of colorful words fall from my mind into heaps of poetry upon a page
-gws

I look up from my book
The air ringing with sounds
Ceramics scraping wood
Steam hissing
Laughs entangling with sighs
A woman sits by the window
Hands wrapped around a cup
Tea tag wound around fingers
But I was drawn to the lipstick on her teacup
-gws



I lay beneath a starless sky
Wondering where they have gone
Have they become the freckles
Dancing across my nose
Strands of silver streaking my hair
Glitter in my joyful tears
Have they fallen to Earth
So I can shine
-gws


Sometimes
A woman is an island
Steadfast amid the violence
Of salt water and storm cloud
Eyes ever focused
Where the sky caresses the sea
Kissed all over by the ebb and flow of waves
Dancing with moontides
Volcanic at times
Worn and weathered and wiser
As beautiful at sunrise as sunset
As much a force as nature herself
-gws


Put away the books
Lying scattered across the floor
The table
The bed
Spilling across surfaces like toppled ink
A labyrinth of poetry and prose
Keeping me trapped in verbose clutter
-gws


Thunder rattles behind her ribs
Lightening arcs from her tongue
She is storm clouds
Bringing steady rain to parched earth
Raging winds to clear the way
She is elemental
Wild and raw and rare
Her smile crepuscular
Her love blisteringly radiant
I live to study her meteorology
-gws

With naught even a whisper
I closed the book
Put down the pen
Then cracked a new book
To begin again…
-gws

I experienced the blood without feeling
Without feeling the wound
To heal the wound
I must feel the pain
Then do the work
To clean it away
There is no healing
Without feeling
-gws