August bends her knee
before the starting line
to race around the bend, to win,
and swagger with a crown
of laurels decked
with falling leaves
of red and gold.
She wants to sprint
to autumn, be new
September bending
brittle will of trees.
inspired by the prompt, bend, in
published in Substack:
Ah the innocent vagaries of youth, possibly one of your most hard-hiting. And now here we are with those stiff knees...
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Clever description of autumn as a runner, Nolcha :)
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A sprint through the Autumn Equinox. Like the concept here… 🙂✌🏼
Nolcha, I like how you show the difference between August and September. There's a pointed difference in their attitudes and intentions.