Sunday, September 4, 2011
Stepping Off The Train
September, he has already stepped off the train and is shaking hands with everyone, smart and serious in his tailored tweed suit.
"Goodbye Summer." We wave her off with tears in the corners of our eyes. Swallowing hard, we know we must do what we must, and so resolutely attend to the tasks at hand, with September offering his punctual and necessary attendance.
I am sure I'm not the only soul who feels this way. It does not get any easier as the years go by, does it?
Happy September to all the beautiful poetic souls who may stop here to shake hands with the man in the tweed suit, and to wave Summer off on her journey.