September
Cool breezes kiss the sweat on my brow
Promising days to come
When the bright ball in the sky
Lights without scorching
Leaves on the trees hang heavily
Looking weary
Of holding on to the green of summer
Looking forward to days ahead
When they can let go
And let
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Squirrels and birds
Get the party started
Throwing acorns like spitballs
A conk in the head reminder to
Enjoy this precious Now.
Walking in beauty
Breathing in delight