A Change In Season

the summer ends not with the sweeping breeze
entangled with sun, warming up your skin
but with the raking cold pounding of rain
on a steel roof, & the howl of the wind
like an impassioned affair ending
with the finality of a slammed door.

poem by Chelle Santos
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i cannot stand silence.

so give me the banging of drums,
and the clash of cymbals to scare it away.

i want guitar riffs that rip the air
into shreds leaving the calm in disarray.

i cannot stand silence.

talk, sing, scream or screech me to sleep
anytime if you may.

poem by Chelle Santos
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