Coco

Too much water and fog lately. I gotta branch out.

Foggy skin, fake sun caught in

Every bit of water 

In her low cloud speech

The way she bounces in, her tire swing, thin

Lips

I'm not sure, but barely sure

I even know what I mean

She's captured well by august

She's reflected fall in progress

Red/gold trees 

A lovely smoke and tiny stream

I have a jar, I have an hour

Take her home and feed the flowers

I'm not sure, but barely sure

I even know what I mean

Foggy skin slips through fingers.

Poor timed august

Dew drop fingers.

Poor words for lovely hurt

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

:) So cool!:)

[ali]

I love how this girl is like the personification of the transition between summer and fall in a way. My favorite stanza is the one that starts with "I have a jar, I have an hour". The punctuation is really subtle, and the fact that you ended with a fragment make this poem unique. I would take out the / between red and gold though, and make it your own word