Bio Note: Hi, everyone, I'm Lori Howe, one of the co-creators of the new poetic form, the cadralor. It's wonderful to be in such excellent company here in Verse-Virtual. Thanks for reading this short (other) poem from my current manuscript in progress, "On Some Agencies of Electricity—Cadralore and other Poems." May your Autumn be blessed, my friends.
A Poem Upon Waking from a Dream of Autumn
I dreamt that Autumn fell from the sky, a big glass paperweight filled with golden aspens and fireplaces, the throaty, horned voices of geese, a warning of frost. All the people wore boots and soft, fine sweaters colored of forest floors and cranberry bogs, and fell from the sky into restaurants, demanding bowls of hot soup, devouring well-buttered bread. The windows steamed with grace, a kind of Autumn gone missing these last two years… a fall laced mostly with the ordinary deaths of plants, a season offering us the chance to yearn in safety, to hold hands in the shared air of a café, boots mingling like horses beneath tables, breath and laughter wreathing us with just how much we’ve needed each other.
©2022 Lori Howe
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