Summer Love Falls

Hi there.

Today I have a poem dedicated to the end of summer, and not much more to say than that.

Enjoy.

After short’ning dusks
Autumn winds cut through
Worn summer shirts.

The changes ripened
By glorious warmth
Fall from their branches
And sink.

Expired relationships
Soften and brown from inside-out.
Worms puncture their once proud skins
And writhe with glee
Through bittersweet remains .

Seeds exposed from their centers
Await the clouds to weep
And quiver with detectable, yet invisible
Implicate potential
Time withholds in a strategy
One must believe to see.

Inspired relationships
Store sugars and negotiate roots,
Birth plans to knit socks, tend hearths,
And feed ducks once songbirds
Head south.

As young love grows old,
Old love looks back
And skips stories across still ponds.

When the sun returns, they say,
And surface levels evaporate
One or the other lover will swim to the bottom
And see where they landed.