Twitter says it's National Poetry Day
But no words come to me today
My inspiration will come back on another day

An August day
When the warm moist air kisses my skin
A dead leaf makes an appearance
Signaling the summer days are all but over
As the days get shorter
The napping cat stretches languorously on the deck
As the hummingbird lands on a flower
Summer slips away every hour

Eleanor Rigby lives next door
She yelled at me once about my gutters
Otherwise no words from her have ever been uttered
Alone in her condo, she putters
Is she lonely or just a ******?
Did she suffer at the hands of a lover
And never recovered?

I spend time alone
In my head
Thinking about things
That might have been
Win or lose?
I look within
A dreary day
Can defeat life's purpose
I choose to look beneath the surface
Everything is done on purpose

A man smelling of spicy after shave
tickles my nose

I wonder if you remember
That day in September
When we were together
I still remember your black sweater
Maybe this could last forever
A memory I will always treasure
A cozy dinner in candlelight
It all felt so right
On that harvest moon night
Came a shining white knight
And a kiss at midnight
But when December came
You were no where in sight
The cold winter darkness came
That ended the light

Rain on my window pane
Droplets connecting into a
single chain
Drop by drop
Again and Again
Into a mellow refrain