The Leaves of Late Autumn

The crescent moon smiles in the twilight
as the rain, fresh fallen from the trees,
taps out exotic rhythms on our path.
Your eyes crinkle when you look at me
and I know my luck will run out
someday.

But until then I will feast on the vision
of your face as we walk through the faint
moonlight.

Thankful for the beauty you lend my life.


(Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt and this week’s Living Poetry Prompt.

Happy Thanksgiving!)

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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19 Responses to The Leaves of Late Autumn

  1. Michele Lee's avatar Michele Lee says:

    That’s a dreamy moment, Bart. Clearly your eyes say gratitude. 🌙✨

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  2. Very pretty, Bart. Sounds like a gentle night. 😊

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  3. poetisatinta's avatar poetisatinta says:

    Beautiful 🩷

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  4. Very tender. You got me with the first line and then I felt the gratitude you had in your heart for the present blessings.

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  5. Such a lovely last line

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  6. JeanMarie's avatar JeanMarie says:

    Nice. Happy Thanksgiving

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  7. destiny's avatar destiny says:

    beautifully expressed…

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