The Dream Where You Keep Falling
Summer
turns
September —
maple syrup sunlight
steams.
Spice
of Autumn’s vineyard
stirred with
harvest-orange
moonbeams.
Vanilla vapors
swathe,
espresso-black,
Milky Way-cream;
where
nutmeg-dusted froth
floats ’top
a pumpkin latte
dream.
equinox
crunch of leaves
wafts of steam
laced with cinnamon
skeleton sticks
threaded with cobwebs
sweet squash
swirled through
moth eaten sweaters
with holes
in the sleeves
thick foam
dances on
the surface
a gust of
wind
sweet and dusty
warm hands
warm heart
Flutterday
Far far away in a land of the Frey
was a flawless,
finicky, fairy.
flying fearlessly,
fetching, fresh herbs,
and spices every day.
Preparing for the approaching
frightful holiday.
Lord Frost’s favorite time to celebrate
was on the way.
arriving
fast and furious.
Frightening Frankensteins,
Vampires, Werewolves, fangs,
fearful frogs, and
flavorful Pumpkin Spice Latté
Enjoy
Sip, savor and Sway
Athena
09/20/2020
#poetry
Grande? Nah... Grand!
My favorite drink is unintentional in the best way. My favorite drink resides in a large body called a lake, it has been given the title Grand. My favorite drink is my favorite drink because if I'm there, unintentionally drinking Grand lake, I'm with you.
Taste less
Nice and bitter
The coffee brewed
Dark and hot
In my cup
Topped with sweet
Marshmallows
Liquid life
But the supply runs
Hollow
The cup seeps
Empty
And my heart turns
Cold
The many cups
Is not
Enough