 Here in Northern BC, September is often one of our most beautiful months. We usually enjoy bright skies, colourful leaves, and warm daytime temperatures. This year it wasn’t quite as nice as we expect, so this week’s topic on Romance Writers Weekly is appropriate: Jenna Da Sie challenges us to write a poem about summer ending. If you joined me from A.S. Fenichel welcome! Here’s my attempt (it’s been a long time since I wrote poetry!). September tears mourn summer sunshine, Clear heralds of the whiteness to come. Blue skies give way to a flat, grey ceiling That presses down our spirits. A pall of red and gold drowns the hills, Until battling winds blow it away. Thin, twisted skeletons wait in silence For the frigid chill of winter dark. Hmmm – I seem to be in a bit of a morbid mood today. I forgot how poetry makes you look inside yourself and search for what you truly feel.
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