Seasons Fall

This is one of the first poems I wrote for my blog. Fall will always be my favorite season.

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Seeds flanked in strands
giving flight
Leaves gather
the crunch and crackle of laughter
Violet rose, her petals ready
today she’ll let another go
Trees nearly naked
Warm and cold, meet in the middle
Fall
Tiny teacups filled with amber and gold
balance on the whims
Her native languages
Crackling leaves
Pedals turning, unabashed
Children play, dawn til dusk
Cooling air calls to heavier coats and
the whiz and clip of zips and snaps
Fall
Her treasures prepared
unbound by nature
Campfire incense
the brush of her kiss
mingled with love
awakening the deep

Joy

Anna K Peters

Symmetry Burned

You said we’d go
someday, or maybe it was
yesterday.
You said we’d go and,
“Oh how my surly eyes smiled the day we left,”
she said
behind waves of silver splayed
hiding her face.
We were
like symmetry burned
knowing nothing
outside of it.
A perfect fit.
“That was us,”
she said.

Found

Her swollen eyes still holding back tears.
She didn’t want to be there.

He watched her and wandered
and wished and wanted.

She was the one who stirred his heart.
His eyes never saw all of her flaws. 

And then he took a chance 
and he made her laugh.

And in his eyes she saw something
she’s never had. 

A good man. 

Anna K Peters

To be Loved


She doesn’t have to sell herself
for him to love her.
She doesn’t have to belittle herself
for him to want her.
She doesn’t have to beg
for him to care. 
It doesn’t have to hurt
to love.

Anna K Peters