As if in an embrace
her cocoon closed,
just as she could taste
the beginning of who knows.

How unfortunate she tried
(But always into the wind)
Through a contemplative sigh,
"The pumpkins hold promises I'll send."

And I tucked her away
with the yams and the seeds.
I knew she couldn't stay;
in time and patience our Earth bleeds.

Seething cellularly - or -
Falling asleep to Death -
Unknowingly evolving, but it's clear,
All this was in her last breath.

09/09/2015

Author's Note: My friend and I are challenging each other with poem missions: mine this time was 4 lines, 4 stanzas each using the 4 words taste, pumpkin, wind, (any emotion) and the topic was "Fall". I hope you enjoy your own Autumnal Equinox!

Posted on 09/09/2015
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