~ A Letter to September ~

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.

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~ A Letter to August ~

You came and went again – it seems I wasn’t looking.

A single moment. I stopped and was hooked.

O’ across the country and to the next –

but there you were not. I would know, I Looked.

Clearing the way for Autumn already?

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