The Autumn Wind

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…

by Marites Avisado-Responte

A rushing stranger, pushing a door
Freezing fingertips, embracing my pore
We meet face to face, lifting every tendril
of my limp hair, numbing my ear

You continue …
Poking through my knitted beanie
Groaning around my scarfed nape
Wedging in on my unbuttoned down
Swaying up my reluctant sequined gown

You never stop
Trickling into my sweatered arms
Disarming my unpretentious charm
Pausing over my bounding pulse
Coursing along my stiffened spine

Autumn wind why such persistence?
You invade my frail defense
Here I am cursing you instantly
As I walk through the way
Where you careen tremendously.

Marites Avisado-Responte is a dear friend who loves to write poems. She will be a regular contributor to the Poetry section of The Inflection Point.

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