Sunday, September 20, 2009

Elizabeth Rooney says it best

Storing September
You ask me what I did today.
I could pretend and say,
"I don't remember."
But, no, I'll tell you what I did today --
I stored September.

Sat in the sun and let the sun sink in,
Let all the warmth of it caress my skin.
When winter comes, my skin will still remember
The day I stored September.

And then my eyes --
I filled them with the deepest, bluest skies
And all the traceries of wasps and butterflies.
When winter comes, my eyes will still remember
The day they stored September.

And there was cricket song to fill my ears!
And the taste of grapes
And the deep purple of them!
And asters, like small clumps of sky...
You know how much I love them.
That's what I did today
And I know why.
Just simply for the love of it,
I stored September.

5 comments:

  1. I just had to make a comment so that it no longer said 0 readers cared (that's a little harsh). Mine just says 0 comments, so I don't get so sad that no one really does care!

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  2. As a September baby, I've always had a fondness for the month - but really, isn't it the perfect 30 days?!

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  3. you find the best poems! seriously! i love it. miss ya c little! hope you are doing good

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  4. My favorite poem of the season. It just wouldn't be September without it.

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  5. I love that poem! September is a wonderful month.

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