Ah, Madeira

Written for:  The Mag #239

Autumn in Madeira by Jacek Yerka

Autumn in Madeira by Jacek Yerka

Thinking back to that whimsical
collection of cottages
on a hill, a secret spot
in Madeira. Leaves like
gold coins formed patterns
that glinted in cool, clear
Autumn. All the little
creatures gathered their harvest,
storing their goods under
our hillside. We all got along,
each singing his own personal
song, and we respected
all of nature, and all
things whimsical.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Ah, Madeira

  1. Denise des Jardins Poitras says:

    Please give directions to that magical world, Sara. Stewey, my peaceful cat, and I want to join you.


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