“Ah, September”
Ah, September.
She’s the fair maiden of the lost summers of our youth and the usher of our fall.
A day stolen from her by an august ruler past, but still she shines.
Through smoky haze and lazy days, her crimson sun descends, reluctant to give light to her golden luna rising.
Ah, September.
John Austin
* This story was originally published as a post from the blog "Huckleberries Online." Read all stories from this blog