Regular Poem: A Smell Of Fall

16 Aug

A smell of fall
weighs lightly on a cool breeze–
a whisper, a secret, a prophecy, a ghost,
and it’s a little smell,
miniature but
diligent.
The day continues–oblivious–with its humidity,
aching heat and stretching sky,
proud and stupid:
summer still, summer still
the sun says, laughing.
But the night swallows it–
a yawn and a calm.

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2 Responses to “Regular Poem: A Smell Of Fall”

  1. Silver Screenings 16 August 2015 at 9:02 AM #

    I loved this, but …NOOOOOOO! It’s too early for fall!

    • TheBestofAlexandra 16 August 2015 at 9:04 AM #

      No one was more upset about smelling that smell the other night than my convertible, let me tell you.

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