<center> <br />September… <br /> <br />More an emotion <br />Than a month <br />In many ways <br /> <br />More than the sum <br />Of it’s crisp <br />And bracing days <br /> <br />More so a taste <br />Of days of wine <br />And fading roses <br /> <br />More than just the smell <br />of leaves and smoke <br /> in our noses <br /> <br />More than the changing <br />Of the guard <br />Of the seasons <br /> <br />More than the shrinking <br />Of the freshening days <br />And e’en less of the reasons <br /> <br />More fond do I grow <br />As the years come and go… <br />The Septembers I have left? (Who knows) <br /> <br />More should I taste <br />And the less <br />Should I waste <br /> <br />Of the fine <br />Piquant tang <br />And remember <br /> <br />Devotion, emotion <br />September is an ocean <br />That I feel each gust and tremor <br /> <br />And when Winter is nigh <br />Comes a tear to my eye <br />And I sadly bid sweet September <br /> <br />…Goodbye… <br /> <br /></center><br /><br />David Whalen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-september/
