september came and went
and the dew fall
steady fell to the
wilted blades of
grass - to mimic
my soul sinking
under the
season's change

i give praise to
the weather
as it so confidently
shift-shapes - boldy
and on time - as
i whisper jealous
praise toward
its consistency

while i know it
is reliable and approaching
i still wish the planet
would coddle me
and defy its
punctual drift
to make me feel like
i am caught up with
where i desired to be by now

maybe if it did i would
feel less guilty for not moving
forward with it

but

september came and went
and while my body is still
in season my heart is left
in the warmth of june

my fingers are
still absorbing the
heat from the sun
as it solemnly
waves goodbye
and fearlessly falls
away - i tell september
not to wait for me this time

ill catch up next year