an ode to september

to her soft breeze, a whisper of calm

the gentle assurance of autumnal bliss

and its canvas of warmth

to the crackling pot of cocoa on natures stove

and the leaves underneath the scuffle of my boots

the loose button on grandpa's favorite jacket

and echoes of an everlasting dawn

to the calls of frost, the ebbing moon and the fading dew

the pink on their nose and a holey sweater

an ode to september.