Poem 140: Cinnamon Day

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Hannah

CINNAMON DAY

A slant of cinnamon sun,

A shiver of frost on the lawn,

The kind of day that calls 

For an apple-red jacket and

A brisk, windblown 

Country walk,

Or a New England college 

Football game,

Woodsmoke in the air,

Brown leaves crumbling 

Underfoot, icy, still nights 

Flecked with stars--

Shards of light 

pricking the dark--

And cider steaming on the stove

Ladled into handmade mugs,

Warming hands and home 

And air heavy with 

Heady scents of autumn--

Sun-warmed wool, damp earth 

And curbs lined with armies

Of dark bags full to bursting

With summer's leftovers.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

Poem 140: Cinnamon Day