Not Summer | Max Sargent | Poetry

Not Summer

The light’s gone cold

how does it do that?

when shadows stop looking refreshing

and start -

- dark

shadows with a grey-blue personality

shadows like spectres

and the plants stoop beneath the weight of their own heads

this is when the light looks cold.

you can’t wake up when the light looks

like this

, not really

can’t see

world behind a window

experience like a deep description

but really, no phenomenal experience

not when the light looks cold.