The End of September

Cracks in the sidewalk
of dreams
falling like leaves
littered
on the ground
a glimmer remains

The breaking dawn
brings a new beginning
by the time the moon reflects
it feels like the end of dreams
stripped bare
as a tree
standing
in cold despair

Birdsong fills the days
which are shorter
like life
without dreams
how to begin like
the rose burgeoning
through concrete

A tear trickles down
dying embers
of a flame
smothered
could it be the end?
She wondered

The end of September

chasing down dreams

Glass

Fragile
her heart
like glass
jagged words crash
through the window
of her soul
shattered
like glass
her dreams
broken, glinting
on the pavement
burden with tears
liquid glass

Saturday Night Poetry Club