[Critique Group 1] Sally's October submission

[sanford.rosenthal at comcast.net]

Random nights, through the alchemy of dreaming,

I wander familiar never-trodden paths 

of seasonal markets while holding my husband's arm.

Once more alive, he chooses a plump pumpkin

to become the jack o' lantern we had not carved in life.

Glistening cranberries, ripe for winter muffins,

join loaves of rustic bread in our basket.

Bright holly berries adorn a pine wreath

we will hang on our country cottage's door

to welcome village neighbors' Yule calls.

In the darkness of the present, he fades 

to return another time in dreams of harvest and community.  

                                                                        by
Sally Rosenthal

 

 

 

                                                          

Random nights, through the alchemy of dreaming,

I wander familiar never-trodden paths 

of seasonal markets while holding my husband's arm.

Once more alive, he chooses a plump pumpkin

to become the jack o' lantern we had not carved in life.

Glistening cranberries, ripe for winter muffins,

join loaves of rustic bread in our basket.

Bright holly berries adorn a pine wreath

we will hang on our country cottage's door

to welcome village neighbors' Yule calls.

In the darkness of the present, he fades 

to return another time in dreams of harvest and community.  

                                                                        by
Sally Rosenthal

 

 

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