A crunch beneath my feet,
leaves crackle with each step.
I wrap my arms in my own embrace,
trying to shelter from the chill.
My cheeks feel crisp,
gently kissed by the blustery breeze.
My footsteps start to quicken,
thinking about that glass of smoky red
waiting for me by the fire.
I look to the sky,
feeling a brief respite from
the frosty evening
as I savour the warm reds and oranges
of the golden hour.
The haunting cries of
the curlew bird,
out for the evening
defending its territory
disturb the quiet air.
Drawing a deep breath,
I take in the earthy, honey scent of the
old eucalyptus tree
mixed with the comforting, jarrah spice of
neighbourhood fireplaces.
As I round the corner,
I catch a glimpse of the warm light
from my front porch,
waiting to welcome me home.
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Sandy Gillman
I’m a mum to a toddler, just trying to get through the day. I like to write about the ups and downs of parenting. I’m not afraid to tell it like it is. I hope you’ll find something here to laugh, relate to, and maybe even learn from.
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Comments (13)
I love the imagery in this one. It's a wonderful contrast between the warmth of home and the chill of the season.
Lovely imagery! I especially enjoy the phrase, "gently kissed by the blustery breeze." 💜
More well-wrought thoughts on the season!
-I wrap my arms in my own embrace- This line feels so comforting and sets the tone for a heartfelt journey. Lovely work, Sandy!
Warm enjoyable journey home. home inviting,
Lovely sensory poem. Especially like the curlews & “old eucalyptus tree”.🤗 Good old Australia.💖
Very well written
Your cover picture goes so well with your poetry. 🥰
'I wrap my arms in my own embrace' This line makes me aware of myself and also aware of you and how you were alone on this walk, but also how comforted you might've felt by your own embrace as well as the scenery. Your photo looks absolutely beautiful. Looks like a family loving neighbourhood. I love that we get to see everything that is around you, through your eyes while hinting at the smokey red waiting for you. I do really like the words, 'smoky red' together. Ooo 'the earthy honey scent of the old eucalyptus tree.' this was I would say, my favourite line. I love how you ended it with your porch around the corner waiting to welcome you home. This did feel very much like an evening walk. The atmosphere was there and the pace of the walk could be imagined as I was reading. Fantastic work Sandy 🤗 ❤️
Such serenity in the pic. Killed it. Along with wonderful lines to go with it. Wow @Sandy Gillman
This is so beautiful and also the photo. What a lovely sky! I love it when it’s pink. I love the descriptions.
Your descriptions were so vivid! Loved your beautiful poem! At the risk of sounding dumb, may I know what's jarrah spice? 😅😅
As winter approaches, this poem describes the nostalgia I feel. I didn't quite realise that I would miss winter this year. It's more beautiful than we realize. I enjoyed your poem ❤️