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.