Good Morning, Sep Tem Ber

Arising from bed this morning about half-past five, I was delighted once again to be greeted with a September morning. A hearty good morning to you, my beloved September. There are choice memories of you that I am compelled to consider. Not only was I born on a noonday in September, but the birth of Autumn also appears on the 22nd of September. And like the memory of 30 years ago when I first heard a song with September in its title*. I shall never forget the place and scenery when I heard the song. That song has become one of my favorites, and like you September, it's so refreshing and delightful each time I hear it. The summer heat sometimes flows into you like an over-heated engine. Like today, in my area of the country, it's going to be 111 degrees. Nevertheless, there is still this mindset focused and filled with ''goodbyes'' to the century-plus temperature days and ''hello's" to Fahrenheit numbers on the downside. My sweet September, I like to feel the gentle and tender roll of your name across my lips: Sep tem ber. And I love the soothing sounds of Sep tem ber flowing into my ears. You are like a bridge connecting two extremes. You bring the season of Autumn to separate 'heat from cold'. I hasten to add that we have a dear friend named June who is most delightful and kind. There is no denying that July is a beautiful word. And what's not to like about a name like August? I suspect that the three summer months provide more sunshine and light up our world more than any other. But it's you, September, that I most adore; and I truly love you more. written2017; PresentContest, Colorful Fall, Nayda Ivette Negron 09172018