Warmth of Water

Autumn’s morning dew prompts remembrance

Somewhere, an aside
to the warmth of water
on a cold day
struck a chord inside

How moisture softens
temperature’s shock
raises season’s scents    
eases brittle drought  

Dew of autumn’s dawn
yet to turn to frost   
holds bits of air—
relative warmth contained

Reminds of life despite
winter’s bitter perils
invigorates desire  
supports resistance    

Its place in nature, stolid
self-nurturer, cold dew
serves purpose: protects
live plants, nourishes

Dewed flower petals sparkle  
top-off enflamed hues
excite burrowing minds  
allay seasonal blues

Dew’s warm water
held in suspension
prompt strolls, open eyes
enhances vision


Photo by Elias Tigiser on Pexels.com

Poems & Poetic Prose

Sounds In The Night

Have you experienced, nocturnally
as you lay awake, ear upon ground

Not voices, nor creatures nor dissonance
but a sensical crepitation . . .

An interesting, steady and unending
completely reliable pulsation . . .

Eventually realized as the buffered
churning, the mechanical pumping

Never-ending, reliable soothing
sounds of overnight metal workhorses

When deepest silence makes evident that
Earth groans under local pumpjacks.


Prompted by Fandango post at This, That, and The Other
(Ragtag Daily Prompt—crepitate)

Featured photo by Arne Hückelheim, CC BY-SA 3.0


Video featuring sounds of an oil pumpjck, via YouTube & BlackAtom Productions—where you’ll find “Rest and Relaxation” sleep videos

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