September and March

Trying to get back to the creative aspect of my writing. It’s still not quite right, but here goes…

 

 

the last day of September-

I had all but given up

 

It’s like the last few days of summer;

The heat hangs on,

but the smell is all wrong.

The scent of something new

Pushes its way through.

 

Those days when you still drive with the windows down –

Even when the nights get cold,

It never gets old

Wind in your hair, infinite and alive.

And you have to stay awake,

Ignoring the regrets and mistakes

Eventually, you give in and you let go

You embrace the fall;

and can’t wait to see the colors of it all

 

After a long painful winter,

Here you are –

bringing new life to what I thought was lost in the snow

 

It’s like the first few days of spring;

The new air makes you forget.

The harsh winter aches,

Every single fallen snowflake.

 

It feels so good, it must be true!

But spring can be cruel

with all her tricks

as spring and winter mix

Winter still has a story he hasn’t told

So there you are, alone in the cold

 

Alone again.

I think it’s only been 3 weeks but it feels like forever.

I stopped counting the days and I guess I’ve given up.

 

But eventually,

the flowers bloom

and you learn to trust the sun –

second to none.

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