Being back home here in New England makes me feel a little sentimental for the simple joy of feeling the seasons change. Whether it be a short walk out in the pleasant clean air of the day, or standing by the cool woods at night and feeling and hearing the cricket symphonies all around you, there’s a magical feeling to September you simply can’t experience in the seemingly-unending heat of the Southwest desert.

Tonight I found a nice poem that puts some of these feelings into words. I hope you like it:

How lovely the world is
In September

Warm air
Leaves just turning gold

Summer still lingering
Autumn coming nearer

It is a time of bittersweet endings
And bittersweet beginnings

It seems that every September
The world takes a deep breath

Shakes off the August heat
Prepares for a long winter

Knowing no one will feel this way again
Until next
September. — “September” by Nina Dringo

Hat tip: PoemHunter.com