Patterns

Patterns

 

 

 

wrapped in Pendleton 

she curls around

an array of leaves

in unaccustomed colors

where the breeze gently 

lifts the quilt of maple leaning

 

October genuflects before her photo

as if she were some mythical queen

out of a Shakespeare sonnet

 

yet, she was just a mother

a blue collar mother

pinching a moment

of serenity

while the leaves agreed

and turned

just for her.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/28/23

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

...encapsulates a contemporary poetic life... perhaps the patterns speak to and of each other. J, I am truly blessed by these lines.
Freds

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Freds.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

This is a beautiful piece and I see her and the glory of the vibrant, autumn colour. Maples are so majestic. You honour her memory with this poem of charming serenity. It is both timeless and memorable.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I hope to do that...thank you, Chris,
j.