September Or The End Of Our World

September Or The End Of Our World

A Poem by Tkess

Summer broke on our backs.
The red swing performed miracles.
As a gentle breeze sang a psalm,
Of love and summer and days
Quietly drifting away.

On the outskirts of town
A sway of skirts
Flowing about mid-thigh.
Pearly whites beneath sapphire blue eyes.

The days are still beautiful
Full of life and laughter.
But, in the evening the chill wanders in
Changing the sky to a newsprint gray.

In the morning, the fog creeps in
Thick and sweating
Wet with dew.
Foretold by the motley speckled leaves
Lurking from outstretched limbs.

The children know when September arrives,
Like the apocalypse.
Destroying their beautifully dull days
That quietly drift away.
  

© 2012 Tkess


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This poem snuck up on me. The images glide by, unattached snapshots, standing on their own. Their cumulative effect, though, is a full, rich portrait of the essential *feel* of the onset of autumn.

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Tkess
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