September

A crescent all sparkling, Glided gracefully into the solemn sky. It was a slow breeze, Unfolding the dawn of Autumn. Evenings brought a nostalgia, A past for which the heart would race. September lets you ponder, To travel back and retrospect. No matter what fruit it bears, Trees part with the leaves - Longevity reappraised. A prick, That awakens the soul. Nights are longer, Yet sleeplessness lingers. September is a mirror - Reminiscences flash through the mind. It is a flint, Ignites a doused desire.