~ A Letter to September ~


 

You trek a mile, you trek’eth a day,

Rusty Rose, Orange leaves, fall all afoot.

From path to gate light turns to muted grey,

Shimer, a thought, a moment – turned to soot

All that’s past and yet still torn asunder:

Your rooms, your doors, breathe most tangible light –

Wonder why? Then wonder why I wonder.

One’s time, like a constellation, Burns bright.

We walk through your Golden Gardens, Once, twice,

Hints of Autumn air consume from great heights.

Together. Against the rain turned to Ice.

Though it yields; there’s still blue skies and starred nights.

Like a habit my reflection blinks back:

Now known, your essence, the song will ne’er lack.