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On A Sunny September Morning

by Chris Sorrenti


air smells different
today
too cool to open window full
3/4 way through September
what does get in
scent sweet
as a long-forgotten memory
of all the years
we’ve had it tickle our noses

crisp but
not unbearable - yet
refreshing lungs
invigorating the body
to dream deep
achieve new things

while outside
the sun whispers to the leaves
in a language only they understand
hurry children
when days grow short
father winter’s not far behind


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Poem and photo © 2020 by author

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09/25/2020

Posted on 09/25/2020
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rob Littler on 09/25/20 at 05:48 PM

invigorating the body to dream deep achieve new things while outside the sun whispers to the leaves in a language only they understand


yes yes yes, and again... yes

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