Richard Pierce

Poetry

Charlotte’s birthday poem

October

A cloudless sky,
One month, almost, into autumn,
Colding nights,
The scent of burning leaves;
Crisp shadows
Under the fullest moon.

Birth,
The holiest miracle,
Brought us you,
One more treasure
Of our lives.

A beautiful note,
One chord, almost, into the song,
Clear crystal,
The scent of new perfume;
Voices dancing,
Flower in fullest bloom.

Leave a Reply to Deaf Indian Muslim Anarchist! Cancel