Mimi - Mona Poetry: Timbre of Love

In a dream, I found a way to survive and I was full of JOY.

©Timbre of Love

Mimi Wolske

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Reveries of past cobalt skies

playing backdrop to autumn’s

deepest saturation of

golden leaves and pumpkins,

of resisting winter’s icy encroachment

and it’s blue velvet nights

when we cocooned together

in Grandma’s patchwork quilts,

are like a cloudburst

of your stalwart arms

enveloping me with warmth and love.

Your lips kiss the words from mine

scattering thoughts, and our

booted feet, awash in puddles

from last night’s icy rain,

dance as though warmed from latent

wildfires that seared across the

bare skin of limbs wantonly twisted

together in the filtered light of dawn.

Beveled edges of light, like missing

art prints on glass, blur melded bodies

and flash freeze moments of love and time.