An Early Morning Run in September

Alas summer bid her sudden farewell
Leaving me to fend against the cold dawn of autumn
In hasty retreat she packed
Her ripe morning scent
And wore the thin supple breeze
That so slightly slid down her shimmering brown shoulders
Flowing like a river
Over warm sensual waves

“She’s gone and with her all that I shine upon”
Cried a heartbroken sun from the vacuum of his despair
And he fled his early light
Depriving me of my running companion

I am alone now
When I cross the precipice into silent morning
No longer kept joyous company by light’s dancing rays
But paced in the thick darkness
By the swarming Jinn of truth

Father. Founder. Fighter. “Jonah Ben-Or” is my pen name.

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