September Cried
September Cried
September cried
cold tears
upon parched, aching soil
raising puffs of dust
as droplets stung
cracked,
shriveled
skin.
Cloaked,
in graying robe,
muddied exit -
final battle with the sun.
Small parting gift
wet kiss
upon the brow.
Weary now
of Nature’s oblique twists
birds in dustfilled baths
dark clouds - billowing smoke
golden streaks - thundered warning
hot winds - rueing the day
September cried.
John G. Lawless
9/30/2015
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2015
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