A Speck of September
There’s a speck of September
under my skin
the first smell of fog
a taste of decay
swallowed with my morning coffee
There’s a speck of September
dancing goosebumps
across my arms
when I wake to darkened hours
as August pages quickly turn
There’s a speck of September
under summers last light
as a vee forms
dark layers drifting south
downy soft against sky’s flesh
There’s a speck of September
in the crystal night
as heavens key opens the stars
to fall into the yawning dawn
glowing through my blushing eyes
There’s a speck of September
rubbing against the trees
as the crunch of leaves
under my boots
form melodies of shifting seasons
Copyright © Jeanne Mcgee | Year Posted 2020
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