Rain in September
Carolyn Mahnke csmahnke999@gmail.com author of Howl at the Moon and Tell Outrageous Truth published May 2, 20023, available on Amazon.com Recent poem: Rain in September 9.16.23 For some reason, rain In September, is watering not only the earth, but my gnawing awareness of breath. I harvest roses, awakened from dry heat, to fragrant red. yellow and pink. The Mulberry leaves have yet to rust... Forgotten and wilted, are the daisies of August. He loves me or he loves me not? That is NOT the question. Where is the pain of love taking me? Over to the grave of hope? Or the dawning of acceptance. They say, “Motion is lotion”. Later, rusting knees will bend and stretch with practiced simplicity. For now, press the snooze. Rain, drones a prayer, comforts under the warm coverlet of September.