POEM: "First Nights Of A Chinese Autumn"

First Nights Of A Chinese Autumn 


I wish I had a mood
About autumn instead of
A sore back, a hangover

Memories of love like
Cicadas drop from trees
Washed in hot rain

I wish I had an autumn
About a mood instead of
Noisy insects, the summer

Still whistles, not autumn yet
It mumurs with fans and sweat
Days are long, calm is rare 

I’m a long horse-tail
Swatting at the flies
I try to order more wine


© 2015 Rob Schackne