Creativity Magazine
my bones ache for the changing,
for the shift in seasons that is taking
longer than it should.
while there is a slight color change, and nights are now cool,
the rest is delayed in its arrival and it is causing
the ache that holds me captive now.
summer won't let go and the shift holds,
the wheel goes around and spins,
without stopping.
my ache grows deep and I can only take so much more.
Next week, maybe things will change,
Because rain will be knocking on my door,
and knocking summer off her high horse.
