"September’s Arrival at my Doorway”

I ravish the evenings arriving sooner like a
Passionate lover absent for too long—
The mooting of summer’s perfumes and the closure of
Full-blown light every morning—
I tremble to pull out my spring bulbs and bury them
Like gold and silver unseen—
Moonlight whispering cold and fondue parties with
Soft candlelight of apple spice—

September vivifies the introspections of soul like
The glaciating mountains in silence—
Ruminating, finding their niche so to sleep and then
Shake at springs kissing—
It embers gently, suspiciously as if someone would
Snuff it out too soon—
I travel alone into plotting hopes and reduce ice cream
Bowls with oatmeal’s cinnamon--

Miscreant as it may some times be with the unexpected
Heat and elongated sun-kissed troubling—
Days are slightly shorter for most living breathing ways,
As I turn down the lights,
Pick up Keats and Dickinsen, Rumi and rosehips
For morning simmering decadence.
September wears sandals but shuffles a little slower
For my hands to pick the last sun-flowering.