Tagged: september

the middle of

the middle of
september pauses
for no one – it’s
unclear who is
chasing who
as the sun tucks
in earlier and
earlier every night
.
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every september, our

every september, our
backyard becomes
an olympic
gymnasium, with dad
as the umpire, overseeing
guest and resident
hummingbirds
as they whip the air
to compete for the last
of the nectar, filling
up for the long
migration south
.
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september arrives

september arrives
with the monarch butterflies,
five generations

all at once waving hello
and goodbye in our backyard
.
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october is not

october is not
at all shy, walks into the
garden, as if he

owns the week – in the corner,
september sadly retreats
.
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the end of

the end of
september pretends
to know
something about
loss, sits down
at the piano
and struggles
with the blues
.
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y

two scoops of ice cream,

two scoops of ice cream,
and two more of marshmallowed
memories – the stuff

reserved for summer’s end, a
delayed gratification
.
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we can’t imagine

we can’t imagine
what autumn will bring this year,
and we count ourselves

lucky to be still standing,
ready to walk across that bridge
.
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nine days before the

nine days before the
end of summer, we cast our lines
out once more and wait
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: cast

no one is ready

no one is ready
for september –
the fridge
is full, with
no recipes
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: full

september monarchs