Tuesday, 1 September 2015

September Lovers

'The Dryads' by Josephine Wall 

It's September. And saying goodbye to summer is like saying goodbye to a lover. 
September (from 'The Months') - Linda Pastan
Their summer romance
over, the lovers
still cling
to each other

the way the green
leaves cling
to their trees
in the strange heat

of September, as if
this time
there will be
no autumn.


  1. I really like the poem. It's almost been a month into fall now, and I love it. Reading the poem I realized that I only dread the fall because it is followed by winter. There's something magic about it though, in the way nature transforms.
    P.s. I am so happy I came across your blog. I am researching methods of Poetry Therapy as I do believe that a poem a day keeps the 'psychologist' away.

    1. Thank you for commenting. I think I'm beginning to feel that way about autumn too... It does have an undeniable beauty and you're right, magic. I totally agree with you about poetry! A poem a day does keep the psychologist away ha! Balm for the mind :)


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