September's End

How’d September slip away,

So sneaky and so fast?

It doesn’t seem, since summer’s end,

Sufficient time has passed.

 

October’s waiting in the wings,

So calendars must flip

And into autumn’s palette,

Mother Nature’s brush must dip.

 

I look back at September, though

And all the days are blurry,

For as I age, I notice more

That time is in a hurry.