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