Thoughts
I love the Autumn,
And yet I cannot say
All the thoughts and things
That make me feel this way.I love walking on the angry shore,
To watch the angry sea;
Where summer people were before,
But now there’s only me.I love the wood fires at night
That have a ruddy glow.
I stare at the flames
And think of long ago.I love the feeling down inside me
That says to run away
To come and be a gypsy
And laugh the gypsy way.The tangy taste of apples,
The snowy mist at morn,
The wanderlust inside you
When you hear the huntsman’s horn.Nostalgia- that’s the Autumn,
Dreaming through September
Just a million lovely things
I always will remember.-Jacqueline Bouvier
Well, let’s pretend it says November and then go our wanderlust-y, gypsy ways, shall we?
Joanne says
What a pretty poem. It is fitting for November too. I don't think I have ever read any of Jackie's poetry. I like her style.
Robin says
I think the image of gypsies is perfect for November. Wandering, independent, creative, bold.