Yellow Hearts

Pale barked birches are wearing

Yellow hearts on their slim,

November sleeves;

Cumulus drip flames

In long-slow motion.

There will be more minutes

Packed into comfortable days:

My woman is coming home;

My children are able

To choose their own bridges.



2 thoughts on “Yellow Hearts

  1. jefe says:

    I really, really like the first 5 lines but I am not sure I get the rest. All the same, great stuff!

  2. beeseeker says:

    Not sure whether to call it a habit (which it probably is) or a technique (which feels pretentious) but I have taken to starting with an environmental description, then following it with some philosophical (?) point, realisation (either my own or that of the character in the poem). Not sure if that helps.

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