September shoulders in bringing with him cloud-shine, shiver;
the last waves of summer raise their humming weight against the dark.
Autumn is an infant: make new room, it says, for me in your heart.
Summer Sijo 3
September shoulders in bringing with him cloud-shine, shiver;
the last waves of summer raise their humming weight against the dark.
Autumn is an infant: make new room, it says, for me in your heart.
