September 1st

September? No, how can that be?

The summer’s flown too fast for me.

I flip the calendar to stare

At each blank box that’s waiting there.

 

The grandkids’ school will start next week

As foliage prepares to peak.

My quilting class will soon resume;

I’ll see familiar smiles on Zoom.

 

The holidays I celebrate

Are not far off; before that date

I’ll find the recipes I’ll make

Which, once a year, I cook or bake.

 

My grandson’s birthday’s here again

In two weeks – yikes! He will be 10!

The future beckons, unrehearsed,

From where we stand, September 1^st.