Storing September

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

When winter comes, my eyes will still remember

The day I stored September.

And then 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.

Elizabeth Rooney

I love this poem by Elizabeth Rooney.  I love September and I am savoring these last few days.  Thanks Cristie for sending it to me.