Nine Sixteen – A Poem by J H Martin

Nine Sixteen

Like September leaves
I have stayed too long

I wonder where I’m going

My bag is packed
It always is

And my boots they sit there –
Clean

Maybe October knows
Maybe November does

I have no one else to ask

I cheated spring
I lied to summer

Now autumn is leaving me

Without a map
Without a destination

I must embrace the mystery

 

© J H Martin

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