New Start
it’s late September
the leaves on the sycamore tree
have touched earth
the wind clears the last days of
summer like a sky of clouds
there’s not much left now but
the faint echo of carefree children
making most of their long hours
these changes depress most
but encourage me
rustle of feet on brittle grass,
the early evenings, and
the cold air blowing on my face
September brings in a fresh start
a feeling of rebirth
it’s a great time to change your life.
Crescent Moon
Crescent moon of
September is my birthday month.
A month when the fading light of
the wild lure of Indian Summer
cuts to the bone by the scent of autumn.
Golden poplar leaves float gently
to the sweet surface of earth.
Sliver of moon glimmers its way into a
long night.
Savor of a burning fire
creates a revolution inside my body,
where passions of a raging blaze
pulsate through my system.
Everything is reborn.
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