I try not to post too many poems from week to week, but it’s almost fall; it’s a poetic time. I saw this one on the Poetry Is Not a Luxury account. “This test again” sure sums up how I feel about sunset at 7:30, ha.
September
by Joseph Fasano
And now the first winds
purr what they’ve been learning
like a children’s choir
flipping through their hymnals.
This test again, this wintering,
this bite.
Summer, Summer’s roads are over-
And all these leaves,
this foliage on your shoulders-
like all the ghosts of childhood’s
wild silence
laying on their hands
as though to guide you.
It is time to fall into your life.