I feel the slowness of September,
as the days drift lackluster into early dark,
the sun lays golden, lazy now.

Here starts the rain that I remember,
and yet the wind lacks bluster, the trees not yet stark,
but the days are older, amazing how...

I lose my coldness, quell my temper,
and with some energy to muster, I must embark
upon ways bolder, than I planned somehow.

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