linda m crate

now i'm cognizant 

there's a few september songs

playing in my mind,

one tethers me to sadness 

and longing and you;

no matter how much i wish you

wouldn't cross my mind—

so instead i try to focus

on happier lyrics instead like those of 

autumn's coming arrival or my

sister's birthday,

anything but the melancholy of your name—

because you were just a man full of

longing and lust not knowing how to love,

and i had so much love to give i was willing

to starve to feed you;

had to learn my worth was never measured 

by anyone's need or approval of me—

i was always worthy, i just gave you

a discount you didn't deserve;

but i have learned my lesson and now

i am cognizant that not everyone

deserves my magic or my love.

a breath of fresh air

september is arriving,

people are still clinging to summer

as i am more than ready to witness

the beauty of autumn leaves;

i have never liked summer

always too hot and uncomfortable—

september's song is softer, cooler

a breath of fresh air after

the unbearable tongue

of august;

my gran says she doesn't like autumn

because what comes after it but you cannot

judge autumn by winter—

that's like hating a ruby for not being an opal,

it just doesn't make sense.

nothing is better than autumn

i am ready for september's song

to come,

autumn is lingering on;

insisting on being recognized—

but i am over summer,

i am ready for spooky season;

pumpkin spice, apple pie,

cinnamon and cloves;

autumn leaves and cooler days—

i am ready to leap into

september's song and leave august

and summer behind me

because nothing is better than autumn.