A blushing orange
autumn leaf quivers
in the cherry tree
like a toddler’s
bottom lip before
a single sparkling tear
trickles down a perfect cheek
and drops onto his mother’s hand,
and she doesn’t wipe it away,
making me smile on a windy day.
Kim M. Russell, 21st October 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille Monday: We’re all a-quiver
De is our host this week, with the word ‘quiver’.