Out Of The Light Poem by Sarah Monaghan

September creeps into the light as if someone turned off the August switch.

No more lines of fresh white towels flapping like welcome flags in the warm breeze.

The robin will probably stop visiting me in the garden.
-It's as if he knew, he stayed purched a moment longer, his head tilted to look at me. His delicate feet clutching the armrest of the bench-

I won't miss the light of the summer nor the sun's rays on my skin. Not as a dislike, but the forward look ahead to the glory of color that floods into my world, orange and gray, it fills my heart, making my lips push up my cheeks in a private smile.
I welcome it🍁🍂