The suddenness of September, captured here perfectly.
September - Linda Pastan
it rained in my sleep
and in the morning the fields were wet
I dreamed of artillery
of the thunder of horses
in the morning the fields were strewn
with twigs and leaves
as if after a battle
or a sudden journey
I went to sleep in summer
I dreamed of rain
in the morning the fields were wet
and it was autumn
. . . and here is the power of poetry.