September, September

September, September how I long for you so. With your much cooler temperatures and your skies so blue.

September, September how I loathe you so. For ending our summers and postponing our dreams of new adventures and old friends.

September, September how I admire you so. Your classrooms bursting with optimism and your trees full of change.

September, September how I fear you so. The tic toc of the office clock never stops as an omnipresent indication of the indefatigable passing of time.

September, September how I enjoy you. Indoors or outdoors, on sofas or mountains, you account for vices both pure and idle.

September, September how I hate you so. For lost weekends of football, weddings and back to school events.

September, September how I love you so. With beauty and grace you offer fresh starts and moments of reflection and appreciation. For all that we want. All that we miss. And all that we have.