September Calls

as September calls, the leaves fall
our world less vibrant green
the summer sweat reforms, begets
a melancholy dream

where once lush blossoms filled the air
mere petals now repose
shriveled – brown; a corpse flower now
delights now decompose

less wherewithal, they whither ’til Spring
suffering axis tilt
where chilblain breezes – coughin’s and sneezes –
ensure each birth a-jilt

we, with our hands deep in compost,
resign behind barred doors
careful to sit beyond the prick
when winter does implore

each mem’ry had of Autumn’s fall
that took our vibrant greens
the summer sky – blue and wide
an apparition it seems


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