sleptember, noctober

by Wednesday's Child

these days are albino nights.
the sky grizzles and drizzles.
the tree limbs are pencil marks
thinning into thin air. the red
of mars wars in my eyes from
the emerald city of summer
going up in the flaming colors
of autumn. shadows pantomime
me as i walk, but you'd never
guess it is me they're of
out here under the low lithium
battery of the moon.

Wednesday's Child is a member of our Bipolar Disorder community, and originally posted this poem on our Forum.