Besides December,
U shall remember
September:
A time everything changes,
A season position switches.
As poets go through the mill,
Pumpkins dominate the marketplace in town,
U sense the winds chill,
And eyewitness the leaves turning brown.
September is a magical season,
Your mood goes cheery for many a reason:
The ocean waves rising,
The orchards ripening,
The barns haunting,
The romance happening.
The baby sleeping,
The mother smiling…
This is an entry for Thursday Poets Rally Week 28
Thursday Thinking Tank at Poets United
