After the Poetry Rush

 After 30 days of poetry challenges things seem...quiet.

Silence sweeps deserted streets

Where cheerio and laughter drenched

The air with glee and poetry

As Muse and wanderlust were quenched

The café stares at empty chairs

Its quiet like a solemn dirge

Of love’s lament for seasons spent

After farewells and darkness merge

…and piazzas where poets strolled

Or lolled to watch the passers-by

Are empty, save for stragglers bold

Enough to brave its last good-bye

…as lush hush sweeps deserted streets

Like barren beach in fall gloaming

Where wanton air is gray and bare

After the rush of poeming

© Janet Martin