September

September comes in
With guns blazing
Firing on all cylinders
With labor in its teeth
Thrusting all things into itself
Engulfing

Then
Without warning
The equinox levels --
Convincing us it's over
Before it even started

Pumpkins and gourds
Will soon be on the table
Reds and oranges and burnt umbers
Quieting the mood
Hinting at the start of a fire
A little kindle to tinder
Against all that is dry
Erasing another season
Leaving nothing but ash
In a safe place for winter
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9.8.11