green gets eaten by brown
a plague has descended

no – that’s just fall. oh.

cool replaces the warmth
hunker down
get out your sweaters

yellows and reds burst forth
party decorations for a last hurrah

a hummingbird buzzes close
and then leaves

in a few weeks, they’ll be gone

a little piece of me dies inside

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I didn’t mean to go MIA this summer, but it’s been pretty busy work-wise and I’ve been writing more fiction, than I have been writing poetry. Not necessarily a bad thing. Mourning the end of summer, as per usual. Trying to figure out some health things. Adulting seems hard lately.

~AJM