Friday, November 11, 2011

Poem: A Taste that Lingers

A Taste That Lingers 

I love fall,
the crisp, windy, 
kaleidoscope of it,
the canvas of painted trees,
the smell of air
so sweet
you might pause
to savor it like
a cup of exotic tea,
or a sip of
fine wine
made from grapes
ripened in the chill air
on a day just like
this day,

or maybe
it's the crunch of leaves
that conjures up thoughts of a
crackling fire
built in the middle of a field,
with children gathered 'round,
and marshmallows roasted
to softened perfection,

or maybe
it's the crisp apple
just picked from a tree
laden with fruit
fruit that tastes like fall,
a taste that lingers
long after the last bite,
and stays in your memory
long past your youth,

a taste that brings you back
to the days of fall,
when all was good,
 and all was right with the world,

back to now,
 when all is possible,
and life is clear and perfect and crisp
with possibility.

Photo by Rita Bourland © 2010

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