You must remember September,
Its rustic cool unexpected frosts,
showering the scarlet canopies
in gaunt and narrow
piles of galloping leaves.
Funnel winds twist and Asian mists lay
the crunch, crunch crackle
crispness of a steely dawn mounting.
Taunt sunbursts escape
through gray flannel clouds, then slip
Preparing for aged winter’s
crystalline whip.
posted by Nick Zegarac at 11:20 AM
Nick Zegarac is a freelance writer/editor and graphics artist. He holds a Masters in Communications and an Honors B.A in Creative Lit from the University of Windsor. He is currently a freelance writer and has been a contributing editor for Black Moss Press and featured contributor to online's The Subtle Tea. He's also has had two screenplays under consideration in Hollywood. Currently, he has written two novels and is searching for an agent to represent him. Contact Nick via email at movieman@sympatico.ca
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