september's poems, part two.

9.4.2015

I can feel fall in

the air
the crisp

is on the way

it's slightly cooler

which helps

moments like this make

me the happiest

wind passes my skin

this feeling runs

though my bones

it's intense yet

oh so beautiful

smells from a distant

campfire is the

last reminder of

the warm summer

days and bright sun

rain falls as blue

sky appears from

the gray clouds

the earth is clean

the earth is dying

it's all beautiful

_______________

9.11.2015

out of control chaos

kid are screaming

yelling jumping running

I cannot hear

my own thoughts

all I can feel

is a headache

about to come on

ice cream will not

help these kids

I'm sure

all it will do

is add extra

energy to the

already too

high level

they already have

adults don't have this

energy anymore

our childhood

took all of it

_______________

9.13.2015

september sunday morning

I watch through

half a sleep eyes

my mind only comprehending

the little things

bells ringing

candles burning

roses in the front

next to a wooden cross

we're in God's presence

as one or many might say

there is a calm in

in the air

content flows through

the sanctuary

the pastor is talking

her voice is soothing

in her hands

a tiny ship

may we all try to

stay afloat

or in my case

awake

_______________

9.30.2015

suck the bones dry

of the beautiful lies

they hide behind

their hollow souls

are nothing more

than dust on a

dirt summer road

wind blows

↟↟↟

my favorite sweater

smells as though

it was left on

an airplane

reminds me of

traveling

new places

and back home

inhaling

I smile

wondering

how this

came to be