Poetry of Michelle Kafka
Bay Window
From a wicker chair at twilight,
veils of mist roll in and
the faded roses are caused to sleep.
Autumn Castle
Crispy leaves cascade
as the air ambles in.
The pathway blossoms with little blended molten sunsets.
Ash and Aspen soothe their tired feet in knit slippers
saying good-bye to their green summer wear.
The gem-lit sky dims and fades.
A Moment Captured
Tonight, here I sit at work.
The clock ticks. The air conditioner thrums. The TV drones.
Looking through the lens slick street, fat droplets, humming motors, bustling people.
Rain beats upon the van tops.
Calmness in one view. Activity in another view.
Street lights here. Blackness there.
Hot chocolate on desktop to sit and sip.
Book on hand to acquire knowledge and learn.
Prepared for the night.
Copyright 2011 and 2012 Michelle Kafka
From a wicker chair at twilight,
veils of mist roll in and
the faded roses are caused to sleep.
Autumn Castle
Crispy leaves cascade
as the air ambles in.
The pathway blossoms with little blended molten sunsets.
Ash and Aspen soothe their tired feet in knit slippers
saying good-bye to their green summer wear.
The gem-lit sky dims and fades.
A Moment Captured
Tonight, here I sit at work.
The clock ticks. The air conditioner thrums. The TV drones.
Looking through the lens slick street, fat droplets, humming motors, bustling people.
Rain beats upon the van tops.
Calmness in one view. Activity in another view.
Street lights here. Blackness there.
Hot chocolate on desktop to sit and sip.
Book on hand to acquire knowledge and learn.
Prepared for the night.
Copyright 2011 and 2012 Michelle Kafka
