Hello, September

A Sonnet

she is a vibrant thing, isn’t she just?

she is all fun in the sun till dusk’s call,

and she is too soon always gone in a gust —

dear Summer, our own June to August doll.

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but you, September, you’re quite the gem too —

your hair falling orange-red, a delight,

and your eyes steady and ready to view;

your heart has never known humans’ true spite.

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still, we must hold fast time for Summer’s end-

you know she’ll want a party, fickle thing,

and she’ll so want to be the latest trend —

and then afterward we’ll see what you’ll bring.

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September, Summer’s your sister, I know,

so let us allow her this one last show.

Originally published at https://vocal.media.