You wait for autumn.
I have already lived through autumn.
The trees have shed their color.
They splatter the lawn with yellow and rust.
The geese form strands of letters
wafting slowly to the south.
My orchids gape with
purple and pink mouths.
They are frozen in time,
a beauty so perfect and rare
I’m afraid to move them
lest the blossoms topple and fall.
There’s always a metaphor
when it comes to us.
My hidden stalk
will always reach for you,
as we tangle ourselves up
in this rare and fragile beauty.
© 2018 Mindy Goorchenko All rights reserved. Here is a link to my published poetry collection, The Latent Talent of Conception. Thank you for your support!