Thank you very much.  I’m happy you enjoyed this and I value what you shared about your reading.  This poem is very personal to me and your viewpoint helps me to see how it reached beyond those limitations to meet you.  I’m grateful

I love this poem. The imagery is so vivid, and I like how it tells of comfort with a new situation and longing for the past. I really feel it. I’m graduating high school this year and this feels like a preview of emotions I’ll have, but also a lot older than that. My favorite line is the first, it makes me think of quiet, and warm meals and, fall all at once.


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Melancholy is cooked into these September afternoons 

when summer hangs on only in namesake 

Leo’s fiery siege now many weeks past

Without protest she allows

The chill of shadows and mornings 

To bed down next to her

&amp;#x200B;

While her head fills with the distant memory of that

Long interlude at the drive in before the movie could start 

Because the sun refused to set on anybody’s schedule but its own

&amp;#x200B;

The boys danced to Love Potion Number Nine

We took selfies of our love 

Rolling in the fumes of June’s approach 

beneath the opened hatch 

&amp;#x200B;

Night fell inevitably

The movie started and came to its end

The golden hour passed

&amp;#x200B;

Now our heads rest 

With hundreds of miles between us

A new season's chill comes to 

Put the dream to sleep

There's hundreds of miles between us

&amp;#x200B;

Feedback #1 - [Dirt Gets Under Your Nails](https://old.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/ppg5ld/dirt_gets_under_your_nails/)

Feedback #2 -  [Eight Black Eyes.](https://old.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/ppega6/eight_black_eyes/)

Sleeping Chill