September

September rushes in
With her big hopes and dreams
Insisting I fill my calendar
With appointments and plans

It’s important! She tells me
So I get swept up in the frenzy
Of buying and planning and committing 
Until there is no margin left

To savor the stillness
Of September’s golden evenings
Or enjoy the gentle caress
Of her cool morning breezes

But her own magic
Is the medicine
For our madness
So I close my calendar

And let everyone rush by 
On their way to Somewhere Important
While my ice cream drips
Lazily off the spoon

And a few eager leaves drift
Leisurely to the ground
Heralding the quiet glory
Of sweet September

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