Ode To September
September…
More an emotion
Than a month
In many ways
More than the sum
Of it’s crisp
And bracing days
More so a taste
Of days of wine
And fading roses
More than just the smell
of leaves and smoke
in our noses
More than the changing
Of the guard
Of the seasons
More than the shrinking
Of the freshening days
And e’en less of the reasons
More fond do I grow
As the years come and go…
The Septembers I have left? (Who knows)
More should I taste
And the less
Should I waste
Of the fine
Piquant tang
And remember
Devotion, emotion
September is an ocean
That I feel each gust and tremor
And when Winter is nigh
Comes a tear to my eye
And I sadly bid sweet September
…Goodbye…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2013
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