summer passes. all its hot-
cropped doubts and match-
struck storms leave
a vacuum where we used to sit
on high-backed stools
and sip on laughter. this is
why i fall in love
though it makes me sad, why
we kiss on street corners
and write poems
about poems. autumn
comes welcome and in-
between, filling the sky
with empty spaces
to tell a story
of matched rails
and sunlight-through-leaves.
today is a good day
for the beginning
of end-
ings, wet-burnt
and rising as they carry us
off in laughter and smoke,
leave us fearless, bare-
footed in rain.
the tenth muse 
smiles….wonderful closure on this ma’am….the beautiful sunlight through leaves…..a good day for the beginning of endings…and laughter and smoke….fearless and barefoot…lots of great images/textures to fill that vacuum…
“ma’am”?? wha???? 🙂
one must be polite to a lady…smiles.
haha…been far too long since i was up there….just saying…think there is a school holiday soon…i hope…smiles.
lol, brian. i reckon. 🙂 has been far too long since you were last here; we’ve missed you… when’s fall break?
bare-
footed in rain.
Well this is the way I do it. Why get your shoes all wet?
exactly, Carl.
kissing on street corners, writing poems about poems..how cool is that…very atmospheric piece joanna…
thanks, claudia; always appreciate one of your visits. everyone seems to be taken with the kissing on streetcorners… i think we should all do it more often 🙂
Indeed 😉
Love sipping on laughter…kissing on street corners…love !
🙂 ❤ thanks, girl!
O, he calls me m’aam too…makes me feel like a school marm… Love your poem!
school marm-ish.– exactly! thanks for dropping by, jacquie.
really nicely done. Great read. Strong throughout but love the ending and the continuation from stanza to stanza, connecting the last and first lines, really nice write. thanks
thank *you,* goblin. 🙂
Lovely piece, Joanna. Loved kissing on street corners and writing poems about poems…
aw, thank you, Mohana.