October Theme: Falling Part 2

Photo by Carole Lancon

As a child, my favorite time of the year was fall especially the first cool, windy day usually occurring in late September. I would sit watching with my gooseflesh legs dangling from a thick branch as the wind blew the mature cane sideways until it almost laid flat. The air felt crisp, almost electrically charged and the smell was fresh with a promising harvest. Later, when the cut cane lay across the rows, sometime in the early morning, before I climbed up into my viewing tree, someone would set the fields on fire to burn off the leafy chaff. The combination of burning grass and cooking molasses is about as sweet a smell as I can remember.

Excerpt: ” Cutting the Clouds, a bayou mystic’s poems, musings, and imaginings”

Wanting

Muddled blackberries

Forgotten in the cocktail glass

For want of more vodka

His hawkish ways devoid of compassion for

Those standing on the head of a pin

For want of balance

This binary code world

Calculating risk and profit, wired for failure

For want of success

Bellowing bureaucrats, liars

Beguiling weary souls bereft of wonder

For want of justice

Falling angels, grace abandoned,

Spiral into abysmal longing

For want of wings

Forget compassion’s failure.

Be present only to this moment

For want of loss innocence                         © 2015 Bessie Adams Senette