untrustworthy September, somehow
The burning red days sink sooner
to the deepening blue. Trying
to eke out a few more growing days
as the garden surrenders
to your cold, wet tears. September,
you have robbed me
of more than most
will ever know. Your blinking
twilight leaves me
in a blue gone black.
I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on entitled Love Letters to My Brother in Prison.