September

it’s always dark here

when the moon is in hiding

no streetlights or houses

and across the river

lies Mount Brock

whose outline

we can barely perceive

but somehow it seems

now darker

 

nights are cooler

cool enough so that

the fog had returned

to the river valley

it creeps up the sides

and in the morning

touches the trees

and masks the orb of

the sun

 

the earth smells ripe

and the tomatoes

no longer find it

easy

to turn red

Reviews

[. serah .]

~ beautiful, dreamy piece... it does justice to the aura of september... as also september-like phases of life... ~ i feel like my own life is slowing down a little... and despite the tinge of sadness, it's reaching a more thoughtful and thought-out space...

[SkinlessFrank]

sometimes i think that if we had had september-like dreams earlier in our lives that dealing with trauma and upset would have been so much easier then

[. serah .]

~ ohhhhhhh... that insight is just so true and significant... it adds to my vision of time and life instantly...