September First

by Caddo

First day, September—
I can hear my love, calling
From blush-dusted clouds
On the cheeks of our old sky.
Says he’s lonely for my touch—

I miss him more, much.
A long ago September,
My best birthday gift
Was a bright photo postcard—
Dreams, ne’er spoken promises.

Fast, beats autumn heart,
Stirs coals again—memories.
Once, we were younger—
Life’s horizon, clear azure;
Years, miles ‘tween us, now a mist.

First night, September—
Sky has pulled black cloudless cape
‘Round summer’s tanned neck.
Still, too warm to sleep; close my
Eyes, I’ll be no nearer you.

©Bennetta Faire, 2013

14 Comments to “September First”

  1. “I can hear my love, calling
    From blush-dusted clouds
    On the cheeks of our old sky.”

    and

    “First night, September—
    Sky has pulled black cloudless cape
    ‘Round summer’s tanned neck.”

    Wonderful work there. 😀 Just loved the metaphors and the imagery.

  2. Bennetta youre poetic voice is speaking volumes in this gorgeous poem!! “Black cloudless cape round summer’s tanned neck”! How wonderful to own those lines! I wish Id written them.

    Email on its way to you very soon!

    Hs and Ss

  3. What a lovely poem. You have a real way with words! Eg ‘From blush-dusted clouds
    On the cheeks of our old sky’, and ‘Sky has pulled black cloudless cape
    ‘Round summer’s tanned neck.’

  4. Lovely,

    Sky has pulled black cloudless cape
    ‘Round summer’s tanned neck.
    Still, too warm to sleep; close my
    Eyes, I’ll be no nearer you.

  5. You’ve Painted A Beautiful Image with this one!

  6. beautifully done! great imagery… and that ache… haunting and lovely. Very nice!

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