When The Breath Turns
The Breath Between Seasons
We hear the world as it turns cold.
🍂❄️🍁❄️🍂❄️🍂❄️🍁❄️🍂❄️🍂❄️🍁❄️🍂❄️
Soiled roots, kissed by golden hue.
Leaves cling to iron bars, their recall heavy.
Warm air turns, its cool breath gracing my fingertips.
Asphalt steam rises, white beneath faint sun’s glow.
A crow caws — the cool air’s rattle.
🍂❄️🍁❄️🍂❄️🍂❄️🍁❄️🍂❄️🍂❄️🍁❄️🍂❄️
The leaves whisper, now a guttural rustle.
The crow’s caw, a sharp screech in the ear.
Chimneys clear their throats with fiery puff.
Frost builds on wooden eaves.
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Woodsmoke razes the throat.
Wisps of warm, frost-tinged breath fill the air.
Pine scent turns to rust — the Earth’s belt tightens.
Skin prickles beneath old warmth’s shun.
🍂❄️🍁❄️🍂❄️🍂❄️🍁❄️🍂❄️🍂❄️🍁❄️🍂❄️
Glass panes fog; my form shows — then goes.
A new dawn berates the cooling twilight.
Crumbling crackle under boots — it comes,
And the Earth welcomes it with pause.
🍂❄️🍁❄️🍂❄️🍂❄️🍁❄️🍂❄️🍂❄️🍁❄️🍂❄️
Original First Frost poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
For Mikeydred's November Challenge--
And Vocal's First Frost Challenge:
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (4)
You have such a gorgeous way with words, Michelle! I absolutely loved this.
This brought back childhood memories of the winter woods in Rhode Island. I feel the cold.
Love that guttural rustle, well done
Oooo, pine scent turns to rust, I especially loved that!