Words like rain

A short poem

There are but a few days of summer left, and I feel the inevitable arrival of fall looming with its colder mornings and promises of darker evenings. Dare I say I'm not ready for the shift in seasons?

Although, I find that each season ignites a different creative energy and always changes the projects I am working on, infusing a little of the season into each piece.

Today I write to you, sweet readers, with another little poem and a reminder that in September, my monthly subscription raises to $10/month. If you become a paid subscriber now, you'll be able to lock in at $7/monthly.

On to the poetry:

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words like
rain drip
      	drip
          	dripping down
the page
trickling
      	drizzling
                	sliding
              	down
          	down
      	down
into muddled puddles of
meaningless and meaningful
paragraphs
ripples spreading outwards to the farthest reaches of the pool until finally
slow
 	slow
      	slowing down to
nothing

I also want to direct you to these two pieces I shared awhile ago as I feel like they share those late summer feelings of change and melancholy: