My September
I am waiting for that sweet September
that easy breezy month when
ruby apples gaily hang,
and blush
With my parknit on I find that little nook
in the park and dismember a solid moment
of pure delight
and bliss
The cool refresh of a dutiful latent month
is easy to comply with, in likes of me
winter baby ... that I was,
and this is why,
Life is always sweeter in September
when chill arrives. The comfy cozy feeling
bringets me, fresh air at will
I love it....
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2018
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