I could watch (have watched)
that pine for hours
and the purple sand cherry –
currently slowly balding
seeing the yellowing
of the locust leaves
always makes me feel
just a little bit wistful
leaves that in a few weeks
will blow away to wherever,
leaving me here with
an unending view of rain
of streetlights and drainpipes
and that black shadow pine –
sometimes with crow,
but oftentimes no
hot tea, a splash of whiskey,
open window, open book –
a secret home remedy
for wistful
© Sarah Whiteley
I swear I’m really not feeling this melancholy – I love the fall. I think this is in part due to lack of sleep! Two nights in a row with almost none – perhaps hot tea with whiskey is a remedy for that as well?
Whisky sleep yes 🙂
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cheers, Laz 🙂
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Try Southern Comfort, on the rocks.
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🙂 I’ll have to remember that!
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Oh…I had to chuckle as I read that last stanza…indeed a cure for ‘what ails you’…those winter time blues.
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funny how a splash a whiskey every now and again can do that! 😉
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Wistful: one of my favourite emotions. You conjure it well here. Melancholy always a step too far.
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wistful is right up there with whimsical for me – love them both – and yes, agree that melancholy is a step in the wrong direction
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Lovely and I’m not a whiskey drinker, but maybe in hot tea it would be nice! 🙂
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Your book turned out beautifully, Sarah, love it! Thanks again! xx
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that makes me so happy to hear! thank you! 🙂
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Beautiful Sarah.
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thank you!
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very lovely poem, Sarah! I love the images and I did not see that last stanza coming 🙂 very great twist..
groetjes, Francina
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🙂 thank you, Francina!
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been watching my maple similarly 🙂
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love maple watching – not any big leafy ones on my street – just little Japanese maples – miss the big leafy ones!
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