I wrote this poem a few years ago. I want to post it today along with a message of love, prayer and remembrance.
September
September is the deadly time.
Summer withers and fades away
Tasks drag heavy on our days
Pull us from green meadows and open sky.
In September, loss is in the air
A hint of cold blows a chilling promise
Of darkness and starkness coming
As leaves drop to leave branches bare
September’s destruction exacts its toll,
Induces fatigue into the soul, enters
One slowly into that empty void of
Winter.
September is the deadly time.
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