September

By Isa Boere

 

these silent september skies

do nothing

but remind me

of the golden brown in your eyes

 

with the breeze

caressing my skin

and the tall grass touching my knees

like your hands once did

 

while the blackbirds sing their song

after rainfall, the world covered in dew

september is a wicked, wicked month

because i am spending it without you

 

Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/DLNoV-SFQ-U

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