#summersend
The edges of summer’s
soak and throb routine
begin their curled leaf fraying
with the last fat spoons of clotted dreams
lashed haphazard
All those weights we foisted forward
to when wet autumn
would just **** us off anyway
rattle-threat at their fastenings
in the fractious post-tropical gales
Inertia makes it clear
why our transatlantic cousins call it fall,
but pre-echoes of crisp, clear frosts
do their best to placate anxieties
that appear to be calendared
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 2:54 PM UTC
Fall to ashes as wood to hearth
Preparing to withstand
Everything decaying in
Nature's unopposed, command
Winter takes it's time
Each and every year
In northern places cold
Dark and dire no peer
Spring reins in
And so defends
The markings of
Winters end
Hallowing Septembering
Remembering the past
All the days and all the nights
Summer's end, at last
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC