Wake me up when the September moon rises.

Kiss my brows with dew
and my lips with the fragrance of lilies

and,  like a young butterfly testing its wings,
My eyes will flutter seeing its first light
In you, glowing with Autumn’s crimson blush

And my heart will quicken at the first stirring of love
Singing its way to dawn.

But for now, I live in a dream
Where I am preparing  my soul for what will be.


A response to DVERSE’s prompt- Waiting, and Instagram’s #SeptemberFalls19.

26 thoughts on “WAITING

    1. Hi. I am sorry for the late response. My desktop conked out and could not work on my blog.

      The poem does sound like it. However, my inspiration for the piece is my husband who is September born. 🙂

  1. Hey Imelda — Hi poet!. Wanted to let you know I am “temporarily” sightless in my right eye from a retinal disease. It is a struggle fir me to write, but I will still wrote my pieces, going very slowly. Reading at any length is extremely difficult, and causes painful headache — so wanted to say thanks for contributing to OLN. But I won’t be able to read what you wrote, yet I wanted to visit. I spent a little time writing this best I could with one eye, i copied it, and I am pasting it in here to say hi. Got an operation coming up in about a week when the infection is down. Hopefully things will get back to normal.thanks, Rob

    1. Thanks for the heads-up, Rob. No worries, please take care of your health. I am praying for your speedy recovery and looking forward to your thoughtful pieces of poetry. 😀

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