remembering in October

mine is not a life without sky
but like a pebble pocketed
and half forgotten
my fingers will brush
the cool smoothness of you
and be startled into sadness
for the space of a long heartbeat
or a breath lightly held
before moving on beneath
the sighing lull of yellowing trees
mine is not a life without sky
though there are times
I can feel the edges of it
following along beside
wearing your scent,
carrying your sound,
and casting our words
to the leaves at my feet

© Sarah Whiteley


honey sweet

honey sweet
hangs the moon
in the silhouette
of the elm
rising cold
baring limbs
in gesturing winds
with thin woodsy fingers
so we can better see
the honey sweet gleam
of the moon
just hanging there

© Sarah Whiteley