What can YOU say in six sentences?
October arrived, yellow as a pear bursting w/ juice of bygone times. It announced the beginning of somber nights w/ shades of thin moonlights dancing to the broken rhythms of the howls of an old owl.
Wasps stopped singing & waltzing. No more ululations coming out from mouths of women who attended the summer wedding nights. No more ripe watermelon, & no open doors to get feeble breeze.
What I was noticing were just heavy showers whipping the body—a reminder that w/ the advent of each October I celebrate my birthday, longing for another summer that might not come.