Tuesday, September 8, 2015

A Tangled Mess

“I’m always sentimental this time of year”, I told Matt and Victoria yesterday while we husked corn, “Because the beginning of another school year marks the official end of summer, not the date of September 23rd indicated on the calendar”.

 Laughter tangles
With sultry breeze
As present tangles
With memories

Hint of fall tangles
Summer's tress
My full life tangles
With emptiness

Heart strings tangle
With the Intangible
Tangling with Something
Words cannot spell

Kiss tangles with tears
…yes, I confess
My life and love
Are a sweet, tangled mess

© Janet Martin


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