To begin again
an October poem
To begin again in October’s umber and orange hum—to speak. There was a wall all summer that tied my tongue to the traffic’s shadow. This morning cold air clapped my mouth into a sound that spoke me awake.
To begin again in October’s umber and orange hum—to speak. There was a wall all summer that tied my tongue to the traffic’s shadow. This morning cold air clapped my mouth into a sound that spoke me awake.
The rhyme and motion of words and the conservation of words and imagery is powerful. It’s how I feel when the summer people go home and you can hear yourself once again.
“Sound that spoke me awake” Lovely!