These Alleged Days

These Alleged Days

We all know what’s around the corner
—eight days until the Equinox—
Soon no leaves will dapple the sunlight.

None of that matters anymore anyway.
There’s nothing outside the window.
I only get out of bed to close the blinds.

Tuesday Twiglet #244
~ breaks light ~

6 thoughts on “These Alleged Days

  1. I love the tension between the mention of sunlight and the closing blind and the play on no leaves and nothing outside, a somber inner experience of the outer.

  2. When I lived in cities – your verse was just so.
    Only the buildings allowing a small cross section of light for a short time.

    Still I enjoy autumn – as I’ve a few suburban trees these days to watch turn.

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