September's End
How’d September slip away,
So sneaky and so fast?
It doesn’t seem, since summer’s end,
Sufficient time has passed.
October’s waiting in the wings,
So calendars must flip
And into autumn’s palette,
Mother Nature’s brush must dip.
I look back at September, though
And all the days are blurry,
For as I age, I notice more
That time is in a hurry.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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