I was keeping this until later in the year,but a post on another blog reminded me that our autumn days can also be in February. So here’s my September Song:
Now my summer’s going on September
And the sun still gilds my days
But the evenings shiver drawing in
And the morning mists –
Mourning missed opportunities –
Haze the days.
The gibbous harvest moon
Warns me to keep my fruitful promise.
I am thanksgiving.