Image by Егор Камелев from Pixabay
she is a vibrant thing, isn't she just?
she is all fun in the sun till dusk's call,
and she is too soon always gone in a gust—
dear Summer, our own June to August doll.
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but you, September, you're quite the gem too—
your hair falling orange-red, a delight,
and your eyes steady and ready to view;
your heart has never known humans' true spite.
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still, we must hold fast time for Summer's end—
you know she'll want a party, fickle thing,
and she'll so want to be the latest trend—
and then afterward we'll see what you'll bring.
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September, Summer's your sister, I know,
so let us allow her this one last show.
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Jillian Spiridon
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
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