AugPoWriMo 19

Songs from summers past 
rise suddenly to the surface
though the days
bear no resemblance

except in the feeling
of everything ending
and nothing else yet
starting to begin

if clocks still worked
they would keep time
with this in between season
since its resonance lasts

long beyond remembrance
a minor key deliverance

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher