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
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
A. J. Morse 