untrustworthy September, somehow
colder, wetter
than October.
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.
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A beautiful and sad poem. I like the month of September. The world seem to slow down. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Hi John. Thanks for stopping by — and for sharing your poetry as well. I’ve read many of them and thoroughly enjoy myself. I actually enjoy September too. It’s a beautiful month.
I love the part of the garden surrendering to the cold wet tears, very surreal….