September Sun

I haven't written in awhile, and, for some reason, this poem has been on my mind lately.  I wrote it on 10.13.2010.  I may have posted it before, but I need to again, for some reason.  God bless.

A slight chill is in the air,

Soft crunching underfoot,

As leaves finally break free

Of the tight grasp of the stubborn trees,

Lined along the sides of the streets

That run back and forth near my house.

The sad, bare branches

Become more evident every day

As they prepare themselves

For the inevitable winter

That is slowly creeping in,

And making its’ presence known.

The September sun shines brightly,

Throwing shadows in places

That July would never imagine.

Once again, getting our minds off summer,

And bringing forlorn thoughts

Of long sleeves, and sweaters.

God has His own special way

Of making us ready.

Like using autumn to gradually prepare us

For coming cold weather.

And allowing aches and pains

To soften the blow of old age.

As I sit and watch the children play,

My thoughts turn to earlier days.

When that was me, hiding in a pile of leaves,

Waiting for the chance to jump out and scare my friends.

Then we’d laugh and run, and run, and run.

All the while, ignoring the September sun.