September's Sighs​/​A Dream

from by JIM




Summer's sweat is washed away,
And cool breezes blow the first leaves off the trees.
Autumn has yet to arrive but she is nigh.
I look forward to the fall when the leaves turn and the skies gray.

Meet me by the colonnade
Before the wind strips our limbs winter clean.
How I long for the days when we would lie
Melting into each other's arms beneath the shade of the trees.

The apple orchard is now bursting.
The whippletrees explode with blood-red berries.
But our paths are lined with oleander,
And blackthorns pierce and tear us limb from limb.

Summer's thirst is quenched by rain
And shadowed lids hide the sun's prying eyes.
September's sighs cool the air from August's kiss.
Life that once burned so brightly now just cools and fades.


Too soon the clear blue sky was cast in gray and indigo,
And haunted sleep filled our nights with carrion and crows.
The seas boiled, foamed and overflowed;
The rivers swelled and spilled; the sun descended; evening fell;
Our family fell ill.

Incisions, tubes and monitors connected all of us.
The doctors, nurse practitioners and priests we did not trust.
But surgeries and therapies became our sad routine.
Intensive care was always where I found myself in dreams.


from The HOLLOW of the WOOD, released September 20, 2012


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