Late Summer Nights
Evening shadows itching
like scratching fingers.
Lazy breezes dissolving into stillness.
The wringing sweat just a memory
midst the growing goosebumps.
Simply, proudly, expressionless,
they reach into cool autumn days.
Maples mourn at half mast,
red leaves like wrinkled palms
waving goodbye.
After receiving his B.A. in English from Colorado State University, C.W. Bigelow lived in nine U.S. northern states, before moving to the Charlotte NC area. His fiction and poetry have most recently appeared in The Blue Mountain Review, Midway Journal, The Write Launch, Drunk Monkeys, Ponder Review, The Saturday Evening Post, Hole in the Head Review, Flash Fiction Magazine, Remington Review, Last Leaves, Hare’s Paw, Red Weather, Backchannels, Main Street Rag, and Underbelly Press.
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