equinox

summer is
strawberry-flavoured
emancipation,
a subtle shift in the light.

drifting, you
start to miss the ivy
that crawled over your eyes
and shielded them from shadows.

as for myself,
I think I’ve fallen in love
with the idea of it,
soporific, spindling, sublime:

all the s's in your name
straightening their spines
in sequence.

can you hear the sudden hush
of a shifting season?
listen: shake the snow from your hair
and breathe.