from summer to autumn

it is a peculiar thing
the digression from summer into autumn

where i come from there are no leaves turning
from global greens to sunsety oranges,
golden yellows,
and firey reds

but the humid rains slowly invade
to turn our global greens greener
and there is a shift in the tides
the swells
the rip curls
from one coast to the next
the season of pipeline and sunset will soon be upon us

and the days, there are less of them
not that there aren't three hundred and sixty-five anymore
but they are shorter
just a few days ago
the summer heat was was inculcating
the condensation on my body
for up to sixteen hours a day
but the days have faded
it is the time when darkness will dominate the hours

i wish i could remember the last day of summer
but that last day comes and goes
and doesn't even say goodbye
it leaves me with the sticky beads between my breasts
and clinging on the cliff of my upper lip
i wash those salty summer diamonds away
with the last shower of the season

which leaves me denewed
with a feeling of change
but not necessarily the good kind
it's a feeling of sad endings
of the depression into change
change you're not ready to embrace
the feeling of emptied
but full
of memory
and nostalgia
the desire to return

to the golden days of summer

bronze bodies

sparkling sands


i will sit silently
watching the autumn rain drip
down my window pain
and await your return