September is the seesaw month, the ups and downs of season change
of burnished leaves and faded blooms, of chill of night and sunshine daze.
It’s when I layer clothing - sweaters, socks and shoes for hiking
and begin to view the harvest with more endings than beginnings.
I turn indoors for comfort, warm stews and candles bright.
The days not only shorten, but sometimes lessen in their light.
Summer’s oh so tired and fall’s becoming bold;
animals are hastening to ready for the cold.
I memorize in my mind’s eye each plot of stems and color,
taking note of plans for spring, bringing beauty like no other.
I linger outside when I can, to ride this month of days
which teeter-totter through the hours in captivating ways.