September
Stepping gently in, on the edge of summer
You are the one who mellowed glorious sun
On playgrounds, picnics, frolicking in fun
In euphony of birdsongs of amiable dawns
Where horizon velvet gleams golden nylon
As verdant-hills, slowly, adorn tawny-brown.
But why, O, why your days still remain hot
Too cold to swim, quite pleasing on yacht
Sometimes alike August, sometimes Fall,
Colorful you may be, donning ochre pizazz,
Yet, judging by palette, October you’re not.
Still, September, you’re a welcome friend
For defying decisively summer’s humid reign,
Leading the way to autumnal escapades,
Readying crop-fields, priming for harvests:
Beans, beets, apples, wholesome kale fresh;
You’re a trusted mate to farmer’s avid quest.
Why be then jealous of splendorous spring
Or resplendent prairies of October dreams,
Or dazzling meadows of crimson red leaves,
Or snowflakes of winter charming romantics;
When being so unique, you would rather be.
September 18, 2021
Copyright © Vijay Pandit | Year Posted 2021
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