September

Periwinkle and golden orange. Crisp as a golden delicious. Smells like new notebooks,

Fresh markers, postered hallways. Gleams like late summer sun,

Hazing upon amber fields, Through which kids run from the school bus. Exhales dying summer,

Inhales hints of fall. Teases of coolness waiver on

The morning and evening breeze. Clearness on the horizon. Drippy, succulent sun Gives way to star spattered skies. September is my favorite month.