I am so over this revolting heat, humidity, and summer in general, and yet it has only just begun. Can a soul cry and bleed at the same time?! Asking for a friend …
My soul bleeds
orange red and gold
as September shifts
to cool, crisp mornings
crunchy leaves
naked trees
sweaters and leggings
and Halloween socks
cinnamon and nutmeg
and all things pumpkin spice
the dawn of daylight savings
majestic mums
and teatime sunsets.
That is when I become,
when the outside world stills
and inky darkness cloaks the sky
in a blue-black so deep
even my anxiety can’t find its way.
* Image by Pepper Mint from Pixabay.