THE WRATH OF SEPTEMBER

September is now upon us
The sheets of the calendar are turned
How swiftly the months are slipping away
The memories of summer are burned.

The schoolbooks again are reopened
The pages of life pass us by
The season of knowledge is upon us
The summer sun is night.

The laughter of summer has passed away
Just an echo of days gone by
On the wings of yesterday it flew
With a warm and sultry sigh.

The dew clings glistening upon the grass
Shadows of summer draw to a close
How silently the seasons of life pass us by
Gentle petals softly fall from the rose.

September struggled to reach us
It succumbed to victory's call
Arriving in state of confusion
Torn between the clutches of summer and fall.

Copyright by Marilyn Ferguson