To Wander

This south wind

Brings a warmth

Tickling the side

Of rhododendrons

Waiting for the fluster

Of petals who fall

The quickest, earliest

Sticking to shoes

Tracked into the kitchen


“I meant to tell [you]

How I longed

For just this single time”


Late summer petals

Dried, lightened wishes

Caught in kitchen corners

With lone coffee beans

With runaway grains

Who stick to shoes

Tracked out, where

The north wind

Tickles the sides

Of oaks and beech


“To wander—now—is my repose”


31 Comments on “To Wander

  1. Pingback: To Wander – misterkaki

  2. Things have a way of ending, and beginning, again, and again, and again, and, we’re, a part of this cycle of life, and sometimes, we failed to realize that…

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  3. Wow. This is beautiful poetry. It made me stop, suddenly, and remember moments in time just like this, giving me chills and that “ah ha” moment. And, that is what poetry is suppose to do. Thank you. K. D. 🙂

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