September Is...

September is apples and honey,

New notebooks and sneakers for school,

The time to say so long to summer,

When days start to feel crisp and cool.

 

September is tennis and baseball,

Each sport winding down for a while,

As pumpkin scents waft from the markets

And orange and rust are in style.

 

September brings dark in the mornings

And new shows to watch or to stream,

A buckling down from vacation,

Or rousing yourself from a dream.

 

September arrives with some fanfare,

Announcing to all, “Let’s begin!

The convertible top won’t be down long,

So get ready for one final spin!”