September’s End

Slip between freshly cut grass,

Steal sun’s warmth across your back. 

Let trees shhh the world.

This is September’s end,

Her fanfare goodbye.

A salute to summers past,

With tangled thoughts amongst flattened grass. 

And for this moment,

Breathe and feel the wild. 




Do you look at the sky and see her wild?

Do the clouds remind you,

Of the ink on skin,

The ink of words?

There’s a wildness that the horizon,

Can’t hold.

And for that moment,

I am the sky.