winter darkness
cradles me
long past my writing hour
I’m still adapting to time
and seasons
yes, I have been deep in sheets
dreaming
I was picking kumquats
larger than my hand
even though it is still
completely dark
the clock says Jeb will wake
breakfast calls
this morning
I am a sleepy mother
dreaming of a fruitful harvest
with little time for words
to share
so here’s a call
to write your own
add a comment here
together
we can still make poetry in winter
For the Archives 
darkness stretches into dawn
as your words arrive to awaken
into a new day I wander wondering
at the intimacy of an outstretched hand
each sensation is an invitation to
delight in life’s sweet blessing
feeling grateful at this harvest season
to reap friendship and inspiration
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Beautiful Steven. Thank you! And it looks like your kumquats made a deep impression…
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Cold autumn fire emblazes the woods
Leaving but the branches, bare bones
Hope this piece of autumn poetry qualifies
Without the snow, it’s just not winter yet
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You are right. It’s not winter yet. But it just feels like it here in Hawaii…being that we never have snow. Mahalo, my friend, from Kauai to Switzerland!
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