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“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” Jarod Kintz
September in Suburbia
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September in Suburbia I four
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“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” Jarod Kintz
September in Suburbia
Today
We are past midway
For the Autumn month
Of September
September in Suburbia, Part Ten, The Last Day of September, Two
“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” Jarod Kintz
September in Suburbia, Part Ten, The Last Day of September, One
September in Suburbia, Part Ten, The Last Day of September, One
“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” Jarod Kintz
September in Suburbia, Part Ten, The Last Day of September, One
Today
Is the final day
For the Autumn month
Of September
You were soft
You were warm
You were colourful
Your were plentiful
Did not promise much
But delivered more
And as such
I truly you adore
September in Suburbia, Part Nine, Leaves
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
September in Suburbia, Part Nine, Leaves
September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves
Leaves on the trees
Leaves on the ground
Even at my doorstep
Can they be found
Autumn’s foliage
Soon turning to dust
Still enough for joliage
And enjoy it I must
September in Suburbia, Part Seven
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“With my middle-class metabolism, the suburbs were where I always wanted to be” Susan Isaacs
September in Suburbia, Part Seven
Night time in Suburbia
There is no time for hysteria
Streetlights the only spots of bright
Against the darkest of night
Sidewalks empty and quiet
A few signs marked private
Walking past the darkened windows
Occupants asleep, dreaming of tomorrow
The moon hiding behind clouds
No one to see, no one to watch
So, stepping on the grass is allowed
If I through away my crutch
Take a little chance
And do a little barefoot dance
In the middle of the night
On the streest of Suburbia
Rantings Of A Third Kind 