Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Inhabited

He finds she lingers

like woodsmoke on a winter’s night

a scent at once pleasing

pungent, with memories he pulls close

remembrance sinking its claws in

deep, hunger for another taste

taking hold

he awaits the rush of blood to his head

a feral assault on his senses

that will leave him aching

inhabited

by the traces she leaves behind

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The return of Autumn

The return of Autumn.

I can feel it

The air is just a bit crisper.

Summer is starting to take its leave

Suddenly

And without fanfare.

I love Autumn

But there is much to be said for Summer.

The delicious feel of sun warming skin

On bare arms and bare shoulders.

Summer dresses that float about naked legs.

Evenings sipping wine and enjoying the stillness

Of a garden in bloom.

In truth there is something about each season

That speaks to me.

The beautiful purity of Winter’s landscape

The textures of nature in hibernation

An unexpected delight within a frozen tundra

The vibrant hue of a cardinal in flight

Which always makes me catch my breath

In wonder.

The rebirth inherent in Spring

Glorious colour taking form from a white and colourless terrain

The emergence of a beautiful butterfly

From its chrysalis

The sense of an awakening.

But I love when Autumn comes.

The smells of pumpkin and cinnamon

The breathtaking colour changes.

Woodsmoke in the night air

Long walks enjoying the changing light

And the way the cooler air pinks my cheeks

And invigorates me.

But perhaps I love Autumn so much

Because it is my own way

Of shedding the year

Withdrawing into myself to replenish my soul

And becoming that butterfly

Awakening to myself, to life’s experiences

Over and over again.

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*Written two years ago but always relevant.

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2015

Photograph taken by SirenSong1208


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The Return of Autumn

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The return of Autumn.

I can feel it

The air is just a bit crisper.

Summer is starting to take its leave

Suddenly

And without fanfare.

I love Autumn

But there is much to be said for Summer.

The delicious feel of sun warming skin

On bare arms and bare shoulders.

Summer dresses that float about naked legs.

Evenings sipping wine and enjoying the stillness

Of a garden in bloom.

In truth there is something about each season

That speaks to me.

The beautiful purity of Winter’s landscape

The textures of nature in hibernation

An unexpected delight within a frozen tundra

The vibrant hue of a cardinal in flight

Which always makes me catch my breath

In wonder.

The rebirth inherent in Spring

Glorious colour taking form from a white and colourless terrain

The emergence of a beautiful butterfly

From its chrysalis

The sense of an awakening.

But I love when Autumn comes.

The smells of pumpkin and cinnamon

The breathtaking colour changes.

Woodsmoke in the night air

Long walks enjoying the changing light

And the way the cooler air pinks my cheeks

And invigorates me.

But perhaps I love Autumn so much

Because it is my own way

Of shedding the year

Withdrawing into myself to replenish my soul

And becoming that butterfly

Awakening to myself, to life’s experiences

Over and over again.

Photo taken by sirensong1208

*I wrote this several days ago when the Autumn seemed to be nipping at my heels. Today is September 1st and is a sultry summer day such as I would expect in July or August.