September 1st

September? No, how can that be? The summer’s flown too fast for me. I flip the calendar to stare At each blank box that’s waiting there. The grandkids’ school will start next week As foliage prepares to peak. My quilting class will soon resume; I’ll see familiar smiles on Zoom. The holidays I celebrate Are not far off; before that date I’ll find the recipes I’ll make Which, once a year, I cook or bake. My grandson’s birthday’s here again In two weeks – yikes! He will be 10! The future beckons, unrehearsed, From where we stand, September 1st.