A red moon,   

chilled air,

and the waning autumn

light of October

This is how the world appears,

beckons me to find words,

to fulfill this ritual gift,

scoring time

with welcomed redundancy.

Summoning familiar words

simple letters spill,

as if falling from a worn leather scrabble tumbler

faithful vowels,  blending consonants

form meaning on our rose-water pink,

tongues,

curled

 with murmurs

of

continued

desire