Thursday, September 3, 2009

welcome, September

September is a leaf fluttering to the ground. It's the ninth month, a celebration of life's labors, trading beach bag for backpack and briefcase. It's sharpened pencils and a black and white speckled composition book, pages pristine as sneakers worn for the very first time. It's a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in a plaid lunchbox with a note from mom tucked inside. It's Friday night football, marching band in perfect formation, center snapping to quarterback, quarterback passing to receiver, TOUCHDOWN! 

September is homeroom, homework, the comforts of home at the end of the day. It's a sweet dog stationed at the window, waiting for the yellow bus to barrel by. It's Saturday at an apple orchard, buying a bushel of Granny Smiths and basking in cidery perfume. It's a bird's nest, a found feather, an acorn on the sidewalk. There's the promise of cooler weather with undertones of Indian Summer and a spicy hint of autumn. September's gift is a fresh start, a chance to begin again.  

1 comment:

lit prof said...

You offered me a chance to reflect with these beautiful words. Our family is enjoying another "go round" tagging along with the second generation and reliving these special times. Happy September and thanks for the memories.