September, a moment to savor after grueling August drought,
a season of pleasing, such as giving just one rain spout.
Soon an equinox change will adjust period format,
as squirrels scamper about storing their winter’s fat.
Leaves of compose piles in back yards and the wilds,
a rich habitat, create images of squirming earth worm smiles.
Shorter days meet to the changing phase of the equinox,
as one will adapt to nature’s way, setting back clocks.
A September to remember sure, enjoying nature’s clout,
a kind of precedent round to remind one, without a doubt.
Sacred principles in keeping good use of the fallowness,
of the coming winter’s splendor of the rest of Sabbath bliss.
Oh yes, four seasons for good reason change human attitude,
cycles of recycles, and change rearrange human habitude.
In Honor of: Brian Strand.
And Contest: September.