September

Project Blog It

Your position on the calendar
Marks the beginning of the end of the year,
The beginning of its perpetual death.
And yet, you too cycle through living and dying
To be reborn for another thirty days,
Marking death with your own birth.

The days shorten and the nights lengthen
We turn from summer reads at the beach
To the more intellectual matters of the academy.
The pace quickens in a rush towards death.
That short thirty days speeds past matching our pace,
Closing too abruptly with the first cold winds of winter.


Please check the blogs listed on the right for companion pieces to this week's prompt.


Next week's prompt: "Love is an art you learn degree by degree." I Want a Long Time Daddy – Bea Foote