AUGUST DOES NOT GENTLE
into fall.
One moment,
sizzling shadows
on the sidewalk.
Another moment,
blowing birds away.
Petals pucker,
stems slump,
crab apples rot
on the ground.
August has
an attitude.
August is
a bitch
on steroids.
Foto de Nemanja Peric en Unsplash
ABOUT THE POET
Nolcha has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. Her poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen and others. Her chapbooks, “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats,” and “The Big Unda,” are available on Amazon. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net.
Website: https://nolchafox2.wixsite.com/blog
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