On August’s last day,
the sinking sun bleeds red in the west.
From an open car window,
The radio blares Sinatra’s “The Rest of Your Life”
The clouds hover around the descending sun
Their flat palms turn purple
Cupping over the flame of the day
Back ground Violins weep as Sinatra pleads
To the unknown woman in his song
Does he cry out because she’s leaving
Or because August is departing
And taking the summer with her?
Linda Barrett seemed to be born with a pen in her hand, or so her mother says. As a prolific poet, she won the Montgomery County Community College Writer’s Group Contest four times over a period of years. She lives in Abington, a Philadelphia suburb. Her work is featured in Twisted Sister Literary Magazine and Night To Dawn Horror Magazine.