“All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made.” — Virginia Woolf
The month of September has arrived,
What mysteries and miracles does it have?
Will there be surprises and bombshells,
That will stop the Earth on its axis?
Who knows and who can tell?
Perhaps there will be more rainfall,
More sunshine that shines on every wall.
Every month does have its special flavor.
Some months are like strawberry ice cream,
Sweet, soft, tasty, and worth remembering.
Other months are like sour, bittersweet grapes,
They are tired and old like printed drapes.
What does September hold for everyone?
Another month enjoyed in the warm Sun.
Every month before September was preparing,
For the arrival of this month to remember.
Is September a perfect month, for life, love, and work?
Autumn is still on its way on a slow train,
With it will arrive the winter flurries and the rain.
September is waiting to reveal its magic and mystery,
Have a wonderful month as you live your destiny.