Tuesday, September 30, 2008
September Ends
It is the most precarious of months, a marker of both beginnings and ends. It is the month of transition. While the leaves begin to turn so do the wheels. More than any other month do I recall where I was one year earlier. Let's see, last September I was... And I laugh at who I was, feeling so much older having greeted another September. And it seems like a distant place no matter the season. Well that was back in September, I say in mid-October. And the continuum of time is breeched when thirty days pass while one yellow leaf travels from the tree-top to the ground. And I forget September until it sneaks up on me again, reminding me that time is always passing; even if I stand in one place- while September ends.
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Ahh September, one of my least favorite months. September joggs my memory back to grade school and the dreaded end of summer. It seems September really doesn't fit, part summer and part fall, it's like it can't make up it's mind. I too forget September at times but I musn't, because time is of the essence and we can't turn it back. So we should keep moving forward and enjoy every minute- while October starts.
-Christine D.
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