California Confusion

September beneath blazing illumination

Trees green with height, frail and brittle.

Stubborn to drop leaves in absolution

this is the Fall of California.

The unseen autumn, or most of it little.

Constricted oxygen.

No cold crisp of sunrise

Scarecrows hang with looks of doubt

No piles of leaves to jump about

Only sweat and heavy sighs.

Dear California, Confused and Insane

Close away the light

The burning seasons of migraine.

Don’t make me travel to Maine

All I ask for is raging rain.


Inspired by Robert Frost’s poem, “My November Guest”


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