Note: Another poem written for Young Adult Literature. In this one we were supposed to write a poem from the point of view of September. Not great, but it was fun to do.

September

Watching people bundle up against my cold embrace,
a jigsaw puzzle of leaves cover the sidewalks in lace,
the pitter-pat of the cool soft autumn rains,
children splish-splash in puddles in the lane,
gentle birdsong drifts on the breeze,
tangling hair, disrupting piles of leaves,
the world starts to turn from an emerald to an ember,
as fall slowly creeps in, with I, September.