an ode to September

New beginnings and full of promise. The seasons shift ever so slightly. The mornings are cooler; we can leave the shades open and the afternoon sun has lost its punch. The garden wains – the cherry tomatoes are lonely Christmas decorations on a spindly tree. The lavender is brown. The last zucchini picked from our one lonely plant. Next year we are putting it in a new location. There is no need to buy school supplies. I may sharpen some pencil crayons, just to remind me. Considering soup and socks and boots and tights. Too soon to lose the shorts. Less citrus and more chai. The book stack grows. I may even pick up a paint brush.