~ A Letter to September ~

One’s time, like a constellation, Burns bright.

We walk through your Golden Gardens, Once, twice,

Hints of Autumn air consume from great heights.

Together. Against the rain turned to Ice.

Though it yields; there’s still blue skies and starred nights.

Like a habit my reflection blinks back:

Now known, your essence, the song will ne’er lack.

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~ A Letter to August ~

You came and went again – it seems I wasn’t looking.

A single moment. I stopped and was hooked.

O’ across the country and to the next –

but there you were not. I would know, I Looked.

Clearing the way for Autumn already?

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~ A Letter to July ~

We flew away, towards your summer sun More eager than Dawn we packed suitcases, Upon the foreign terrain, all undone. Exploring these new and unknown places carelessly careful, adventurous and young.   Then favouring the quieter moments – mid – summer picnics, a threat of thunder, turned away, gave in to its encroachment. Stolen conversations huddled under, voices brush…

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