Autumn bag of thoughts

Jesień

Już jesień
rodzi się w moich oczach . 
Króluje 
przez kilka miesięcy 
i odchodzi 
jestem jak jesień
złota , 
szczera 
ciepła 
zimna . 
kocham jesień
Kiedyś przysypie mnie 
liśćmi 
jestem jesienią 
Widzę , że przemijam 

Maria Jasnorzewska Pawlikowska 







"Life's funny. To a kid, time always drags. Suddenly you're fifty. All that's left of your childhood... fits in a rusty little box."

Amelie

Sweater weather

I was chilly with the November breeze,
and it was a courtly thing you did
draping the sweater over my shoulders,
taking care to smooth the wool
with a touch that whispered
that later you would claim the garment,
and the shiver taking it would bring
was something you coveted
with breathless avarice.

“Sweater weather,” you said.
And I am swept like a crisp oak leaf
into a duvet and down dream,
where the pillows do not speak
of the warm, the moments large and small
when I nestle near you,
demanding that arms dress me
to close kept comfort.

Arms around my waist,
legs entwined to akimbo,
and my last thought before sweet drowse
is that fall will never come
without you to chase the cold
in the season of sweater weather.

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