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as the morning rose
charcoal feathery clouds
blended with the ebony backdrop
of night

the yellow shimmer
of the falcate moon
offered little light

the air was thick
with smokey white trails
that lifted from damp lawns

my mind drifted
like tires on asphalt
trying to remain grounded
on the roadway

another gray Monday 
setting my mood
this last day of September

memories bled
less red than the edges
of  these clouds
as the sun began her rise

my thoughts shifted
much like this day
life towards death
then back again

the pink splashes
in sun's wake
reminded me of you
and your wake

the air chilled me
like a kiss from cold lips
as they part from life

yet memories warmed me
like the touch of sun
as it beat down
from skies that now
match the blue of my own eyes

the clouds have all faded
much like life did
from eyes that closed
that final time

though the trees
are changing like the times
i see through the green
the orange, yellow, red
peeking through the edges
awaiting to take flight in the wind
and spiral down
grounded in death

the air is thick this morning
as i choke on tears held back
in remembering September again

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