It was too humid,
\nthe saturated air,
\nsmothering skin.<\/p>\n
Even the tall grass
\nwas still, waiting to see
\nwhat the sky would do.<\/p>\n
I was too eager
\nto claim happiness
\nas my own.<\/p>\n
Like orange tips on oak leaves
\nthe first day of August.
\nThey reminded me
\nof henna crescents on a bride\u2019s nails
\na week before the wedding.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t we know?
\nThere is still much
\nleft of summer.
\nTo brides: there is still time
\nto change your mind.<\/p>\n
Happiness is too heavy
\nfor September clouds
\nand they dropped their arms
\napologetically,
\nrain falling in torrents.<\/p>\n
December 2011<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It was too humid, the saturated air, smothering skin. Even the tall grass was still, waiting to see what the sky would do. I was too eager to claim happiness as my own. Like orange tips on oak leaves the … Continue reading