A Pale Scrawl
  • Blog
  • About
  • Contact

A sloughing

8/11/2016

0 Comments

 
Picture
Though it is only early August
I can feel fall
Creeping in the morning breeze
A chilled smell
The taste of the first fallen leaves
The sound of ripening apples
Thudding to the long grass
Geese congregating before their long migration
A last blowout before they might not all make it south

Laying in my bed
The fireflies and crickets sing
A melody of their own eventual departure
As I pull the covers more closely to me
To remedy the sudden goosebumps
That have risen over my skin

As much as I love the summer sun
I yearn
For frost to tip the blades of my lilies
I want
The sugar of fresh cider doughnuts
Melting on my tongue
I crave
The scratch of wool on my shoulders
I need
The heft of boots encasing my feet
I know
That for next year to live
This one must die
Slowly
Painfully
Over long months
A hospice patient
Who's chosen no medication
Color bleaching from its surface
A sloughing


0 Comments



Leave a Reply.

    Archives

    August 2017
    July 2017
    June 2017
    May 2017
    April 2017
    March 2017
    February 2017
    January 2017
    December 2016
    November 2016
    October 2016
    September 2016
    August 2016
    July 2016
    June 2016
    May 2016

    Categories

    All

    RSS Feed

Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.
  • Blog
  • About
  • Contact