Will this day be gray?
It’s so hard to say
All I have is now
I wish I could figure out how
Crickets are chirping, their September song
comforting, yet foreboding
My heart aches
when I think of my mistakes
Changing seasons
Will I find out the reasons
for my strife,
in this second part of my life​​?
For now, it is a new day
Will it go my way?
Good writing, understand and feel happy to enjoy it.
A heavy reflective desire is how I feel every August more so than any other time of the year. I once bought a book just because the first line was "Death comes for me every August." She wasn't being literal she was just explaining how it feels when August arrives.