squandered moments of July
slip subito through my fingers,
time personifies, gets hungry
and I am its prey
its always been this way
blight has taken the tomatoes
again, spring dreams deadened
and withering herbs will get
more than their wish
tonight, torrential style
“dark and foreboding”, he says
as he gambles on grilling
under gun metal skies
and here I lie, glaring at August
daring me into the fall
should I be moved by hues of gold
embrace the turn of nature’s path?
I resist, holding fast, for
Autumn’s shifty ways have
pulled me off the edge of summer
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This one was inspired by Tuesday’s Poetics with Sanaa Rizvi.