Ode to September 2


For what purpose September
Have you returned again?
I know what I you keep in your belly
I feel what you project
The smell of the earth and her aura
will a
gain be good.


The sun and the clouds 
will glare
 on my head again
Fields will triumph 
As is the green, fertility

Time will sink into nothingness
Such is the idiot murmuring
Of the winds, of strewing weeds
Beauty is not enough

But that is life
Loneliness and a lure
Welcome again, lovely shredded dew
Let your quantum presence be merry

Aimless aches will take your haunches
From a burning house of May
With the urgency of fixed glory
Glad enough for growing things.


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