oF auTumn

saturday breeds
blooming marigolds,
whisking winds
of frantic south
spoil sleepless
eyes—

cinnamon scent
of alabaster jars
in solid, rich rooms
have signs of
“no trespassing”

warning whispers
becoming loud and
maternal mouth
plots secret stories,
a thousand
jeopardy—

bleak thoughts are
never cheerful,
so it accords and
all accords a
hazy morning

2013

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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4 Responses to oF auTumn

  1. Leo says:

    I,m enjoying your more recent work. It seems more accessible;easier for me to relate to. Good job. Leo

  2. I love it. Just good. 🙂

  3. what a creative mind you have ches

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