October by Konner Jebb
Auburn heat blushes. Breezes
burst summer swiftness into
slow chilled fall wind. It’s slow,
steady enough that I reflect
on all the synonyms of me.
Do I still don knit sweaters
like skin, let my feet crawl
under sidewalked leaves, breathe
and celebrate every inhale.
Every crunch. Am I still
a lover of Autumn? Deity of harvest,
next cycles, resets. Rebirth,
when optimism falls from my grasp the way
leaves reject branches of their trees –
dying before winter gifts
the next second chance.
What am I nostalgic for?
Konner Jebb is a graduate of the Solstice MFA program. He most recently had work published in Strange Horizons and Trans Café.
On why poetry matters: “Poetry is a way of expressing one’s true self without fear. It turns fear into beauty.”
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