September has become one of my favorite months

It comes around when summer gives its final umph

The humidity drops and the sky becomes a painting

White swirls and streaks, backdrops of light pink

I watch the pelicans, pipers, seagulls celebrating

It’s the most wonderful time of the year

Kids are back in school

And tourists disappear

The shoreline is bare

Just me and my pup there

There’s a cool breeze

I hear the tune of a Jack Johnson song

And running to it is a release

The smell of freshly cut grass takes me back

To 9^th grade: cross country season

The tide leaving

A hurricane in the sea

A bonfire with my friends, maybe premature

A prelude to November, but without turkey and consumerism

September is pure

It’s a reminder of when me and my husband started dating

The torture of waiting

We were never pretenders

In the lifeguard stand, holding hands

Watching the swirly clouds

September comes in like a poem

It comforts, it expunges my doubts

September boasts the beauty of the Creator

Warm and inviting, exciting

And merciful