First it comes,

a little sooner every day:

The darkness.

Loom of gloom

eclipsing summer,

eating it, bite by bite

as we scramble in denial,

pretending not to notice

that again

the seasons are changing.


About Mollie Hunt

Loves cats. Writes books.
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3 Responses to September.

  1. that is a lovely poem, but I just LOVE FALL! I wish Fall lasted longer 😦

  2. Nice BLOG!!! ADD my blog too!!!! Kisses ❤ ❤ ❤

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