“Why does it always rain in September?” you ask me.
I breathe in the chilly breeze
As I walk over tree roots.
I listen to the crunchy leaves
Below my heavy boots.
I drink in the hazy sun
Spilling amber rays onto the earth.
I watch as time becomes undone
Waiting for Spring and its rebirth.
Turning to you, I answer, “Maybe September always rains for you, because you feel the end more than the rest of us do.”
© 2020 Jade M. Wong
Written for a prompt on Instagram. Feel free to say hi over on Instagram.
Lovely poem Jade.
Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed 🙂
You’re welcome 😉
I really want to experience the seasons in Australia like how September comes in late winter in there and how june is early Autmn … 🙈
Oh wow, that’s so interesting! I love the changing seasons in general 😀
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It rains because hurricane season, for us!
Haha! But I hope you and your family are safe.
We’re far enough inland that it’s not usually an issue.
your poem ends on the most hopeful note
I do try to end with hope, more so than not. Thank you for reading, Gina 💜