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”
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
3 thoughts on “October Theme: Falling Part 2”
I did read and like this one! Please forgive my absent-mindedness.
I think I wrote that at the Renegade Writer’s Group when Phyllis hosted.
Thank goodness for that!