Jean's September poem

Jean Morris

Here's what Jean Morris wrote in our session
on September 5, 2018, with the September Song prompt:  


September could be the
     cruelest month,
     given the chance.

I'll take the chance.
I'll rake down-fallen leaves
    with abandon and fury
and anticipate muscle aches.             

a poem by Jean Morris

City Not in America                    

                                               by Jean Morris

Remember how our lips felt?
We believed the moon too large
the bell church sang in alto

Remember how the river slivered?
We might have danced maybe
mist moist lay against us

Remember how glass broke into our eyes?
We tied a scarf around the
statue so it wouldn't tumble into the sea.

Call remember -- whisper remember.