from "While Passing Through"/Fall
October morning.
Cool, damp, porch light in puddles
outside front door.
Time to draw in—not escape—
to show our love up close.
The beauty of love, found in the chill of fall. This is a very warming poem.
thanks, smoky. when the weather outside is not inviting, it's time to enjoy the weather inside. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, time to draw in and enjoy the cosy warmth of a home. The beauty of October month! Nice!
exactly! and thank you for reading and commenting, geeta. -glen