September in Michigan

When fall comes around. We expect leaves on the ground. But still, we see petals in the breeze. Which reminds us of summer’s unease. It’s September here in Michigan. But it feels like August again. I want to enjoy hot apple cider. I want to see a Halloween spider. I want to wear my favorite jacket. But instead, I grab my tennis racket. And go to the tennis court. To play my favorite sport. And embrace the heat Michigan has chosen. I guess it’s better than being frozen. Our game is cut short by an early sunset. Which reminds me it is September, yet. So we pack up and leave. Watching fireflies around the eaves. It’s still warm enough to sit outside. To embrace summer and fall’s collide.