memories of a young poet

"November Lace" ~ Photo by Rene

marble notebook in hand
she slipped away 

from the fray
unnoticed

up
to her childhood room

through
the bedroom window

and onto the rooftop poetic:

" she sat 
arms hugging knees

surveying life,
the leafless trees

spindly branches claw the sky
scratching for sun,
to heaven they cry
psalms of wisdom,
strength and grace

woven in November lace"
 

the air felt good
against her flushed cheeks

a beautiful sunset
was now in progress

she was thankful for this

she was thankful
for finding her peace

she belonged
right here,
right now

to this moment


Excerpted from "November Lace" by Rene
Rene ~ February 9, 2013

For d'Verse Poetics: The Anecdote