September now, a Summer gone,
I am not ready for this change.
The days already feel so old,
the leaves no longer fresh and crisp.
My Winter clothes still out of reach,
I hate those knitted sweaters each
and every one: reminders of
the dark cold days approaching soon.
The sun was such a real good friend,
of course our time now has to end,
this is the way the seasons are,
a moment with a sunshine smile.
This friendship lasted just a while,
yet, I’m not ready to let go,
not looking forward to the snow,
I loved this Summer, what it meant:
The light, the warmth; it will be far
away from us for months to come,
so I shall try to dream me some,
to tide me over for the Winter.