when september ends
she slipped by like a new moon
looking for a place to hide
on bright days she warmed my heart
but when clouds gathered ‘round
she chilled my bones
leaving me rummaging for solace
(come rain or shine the boys of summer
aspired to play deeper into cooler nights)
sunday morning frost
nipped at my budding thoughts
stripping me of guilt and innocence
and reminding me of all those things
left unsaid and undone
though the sun will rise again
this may be the last goodbye
september two thousand fifteen
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This is beautiful. 💛
thank you very much for saying so – means a great deal to me
I like how this goes from weather to metaphor.. I like the weaving of music titles into the poem.
Thanks so much, Björn – I always welcome your input and comments.
Beautiful melancholy.
thank you very much
a maunder like my marriage, touched me.
good to know thank you