September Blue
A poem for the Sunflower Girls.
There’s something so specific
About September blue.
It feels more autumnal
Than any other spring hue.
Like I can hear the leaves crunching
As I’m staring at the sky,
But the leaves are green and growing
So I’m left wondering “why?”
What is it about September
That feels so much like fall?
The days feel so much hazier
And the birdsong starts to drawl
As the branches start to burst
And the flowers start to blossom
And the little dens hold birds and snakes
And sometimes even possums.
Did Persephone learn to rise again
By watching sweet Aurora?
They bring the light so gently
Blanketing fauna and flora
And cast a mist so soft and fine
Across the milky valley.
The birds rise with the sun
And will soon begin to rally
As the days grow ever brighter
And the clouds begin to brew.
I’m left gazing at the sky
Drenched in melancholy and September blue.
About the Creator
annie harper
Just an actor from Central Queensland, writing some short stories and poetry. I hope you find one you like <3
TW: a lot of my work contains mentions of self-harm, suicide, death, abuse, and mental illness. Please be gentle with yourself.
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