Summer how
i will miss you when
you’re gone. When fall
comes around i have a few
less things to say.
seasons
the first bite of fall
poetrythis morning
i felt the first bite
of fall
as if sneaking in before
sunrise
testing the waters
of the atmosphere
i walked into its
sharp chill
eyes and lungs widened
as if breathing in a secret
by dawn summer returned unaware
of the thieving season waiting in the wings.