Autumn mornings

By alexwritings

Thu, 14 Nov 2013

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Autumn mornings

crisp and fresh like sweet grapes
show lollipop men
in fluorescent yellow jackets;
their hands shoved down deep pockets,

on frost-coated benches,
and the motorway drone sharpening
still green hedges.
No more thoughts forced
down dead alleys.

You'd think morning's wonder

would last longer

but like a cheap Roman Candle

it dies quick:

killed by its own light

leaving heavy, hollow afternoons
wet and burned
calling for dawn to appease poor memory
when all backs are turned.

Permalink Submitted by Luke Neima on Fri, 2013-11-15 15:12

Love the roman candle metaphor, galeforce!

Permalink Submitted by a102866 on Fri, 2013-11-15 15:54

I like the similies that you use to christen the Autumn morning.

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Sun, 2013-11-17 00:14

An inspired write, as ever.

Tina