Heavy warm skies
an amplifier for
the smell of dust and waiting
Grasshoppers in the brittle grass
sing their praises to the yellowing leaves
fallen from the first shivering trees
And I sit
under the wilting climbing rose bush
catch glimpses of a quiet conversation
held by strangers on the other side of the hedge
just like fall is patiently whispering to me
from somewhere on the other side of september
the sun still warm but just a thin veil
for the cold winds nestling in my hair
these are the last silent sighs
of the dying dog days
And I become
unrelentingly aware
that all of my beginnings
started with the ending of this season
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC
Heavy warm skies
an amplifier for
the smell of dust and waiting
Grasshoppers in the brittle grass
sing their praises to the yellowing leaves
fallen from the first shivering trees
And I sit
under the wilting climbing rose bush
catch glimpses of a quiet conversation
held by strangers on the other side of the hedge
just like fall is patiently whispering to me
from somewhere on the other side of september
the sun still warm but just a thin veil
for the cold winds nestling in my hair
these are the last silent sighs
of the dying dog days
And I become
unrelentingly aware
that all of my beginnings
started with the ending of this season