Here's a poem I wrote many years ago, probably somewhere around 1987. Thought I'd post it since it has a September theme.
"A September Evening"
I left such silliness
with hesitation
beneath my expression,
yet intrusive expectations
followed my footsteps -
Just silliness,
(Would you really be there?)
Of course not.
Kings and queens
live only in cards,
...But the lingering summer
breezed over my skin
as I looked
toward the door
of that future place,
Crystal messages
alive on a September evening
when you and tomorrow
finally found me.
©Francesca Signorelli
xoxo
-f