Perle Champion

breaking bread sharing
table conversation drink
all arms laid aside
a moment of truce
contemplating a lifetime’s
possibilities

I noticed the leaves

this morning as I journaled

every breeze blew their

golden yellow rain

past the sill of my aerie

glad rags to mourning

most people hate change
admit it or not they do
poor jk rowling

critics are people
they expect more harry’s world
so pan the new book

I personally am enjoying the book, A Casual Vacancy by J.K. Rowling.  I’ve just begun, but it’s drawing me in and I’m loathe to turn off the light, but Friday’s a work day.  I’ll review the book soon as I can.

she sat pen in hand
journal open before her
her life paced the lines

glory inglory
marching cadence cross the page
bare and unadorned

yellowing leaves cling
to boughs of trees loathe to leave
frost awaits its cue

unlikely fruit, life’s

juices staining the pale ground

strewn along the strand

sea waves to and fro

washing away evidence

of war’s wanton waste

here and there, a child

sleeps never again to wake

felled grey-faced angels

born a vagabond
did gypsies deliver me
not content with here

seeking what is next
the next one, or place or thing
just around the bend

time is in motion
it flows we just navigate
equinox solstice

again and again
the flow of days’ apex reached
on toward darkest night

astride a yellow
horse cross yellow fields she rides
neath fall’s yellow leaves

winter’s breath blew
hard and the people hungered
for spring’s promises