September's End
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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