Kimberly Vargas Agnese

September’s daughter


She leaves a towel to soak in sunshine for a little while
somewhere 
where summer’s dirt…fades

 
and breezes pick up pumpkin colored leaves 
and Nature dashes about encouraging young bulbs to think of picnics with tulips

 
like the earth she blooms upon 
 

she too,
will pick up her towel before winter rains 
wash leaves out of her hair
for it is in her nature, to do that sort of thing…

Unknown's avatar

Published by Kimberly Vargas Agnese

My name is Kimberly Vargas Agnese, though I've previously written as Kae Bucher. I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south to the San Joaquin Valley. As I ride barefoot around Fresno, I consider the paths I've chosen and the crossroads where our country seems to have perched itself. Thanks to my Romani ancestry, many people groups reside within me and my poetry tends to reflect this. I love welcoming the sunrise with my Native American flute. I've been rumored to juggle while teaching students how to write. And if you can't find me, I'm probably hanging out with Jesus listening to parables.

4 comments

Leave a reply to pvcann Cancel reply