poetry by j matthew waters

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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8 thoughts on “when september ends

  1. This is beautiful. 💛

  2. I like how this goes from weather to metaphor.. I like the weaving of music titles into the poem.

  3. Beautiful melancholy.

  4. denise0904 on said:

    a maunder like my marriage, touched me.

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