Lunar July

A Poem of Scars, Storms, and September Light

This piece was written under the weight of lunar July and the promise of September in Austin, where absence meets renewal and scars become light.

September settles over Austin,

but the moon keeps its own account.

They call this month unlucky, haunted,

a season of absence, a season of doubt.

The sky is painted in restless blue,

indigo pressed against fading gold.

Cicadas echo the heat’s sharp truth,

their chorus weary, yet strangely bold.

I stand with scars that do not shame,

they speak of living, not of loss.

The storm may rise and call my name,

but peace within outshines its cost.

And when September breaks the night,

the skyline hums, the stars return.

The storm dissolves in painted light—

I bloom again, I brightly burn.