september once again and the Fall
of the year begins just as the torpor
of heat and late running in the sun
settles in, we must turn
follow the dance of earth and near star
we sometimes joyful creatures
made for the ache of longing and
the happiness of finding
september is a crucible
we blend the missing past
the longed for tomorrw
for we can never hold a moment
and time bathes over us
a cascde from the river above
to the pool below and we are
constant in its flow
and september, its changeling air
tells us to make a warm place
for the coming cold
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