John Lentini

September

 

September upon me once again

      autumn chill

      deep blue waters

      cumulus castles hover above

Touch me with the close of thy season

      miraculous changelings

      onto thy next chapter

      blend and flow

                        turn thee under

                              green to gold

 

I am touched

                        my first taste

                              of the grim reaper’s foresight

 

Blustery winds chopeth thine waters

            filling thy sails with breaths of life

                  pushing them ever closer to the horizon

            glittery splendor cutting through the ocean of life

                  then thine image disappeareth

            I am told the reaper hacked the sails

                  and so ended thine blessed sail

 

But me thinketh not

Saileth on thru winter on reaper’s breath

                  believeth I

Thine majestic sails deflateth not

      filleth all the bolder in wintry frigid gusts

            with spinnaker emblem before thee

                                    this coat of arms sails on