Axis Tilt



Could this be the final day

of an autumn that I thought would last?

A mellowing of red between us

once crackling emotions now dust bits

collected in a whirling dervish

carried away in the wind.

Now I am an empty street waiting

for the street light to click on.

Predictable and ever awed

by the chance

to begin again.

© Alicia Grimshaw  Reposting from 2016






14 thoughts on “Axis Tilt

  1. Love the title and the analogy. The emptiness of that street says it all as it’s an emptiness I know all too well. This is beautiful poetry.

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