Why does the heat feel different in September? How does it know that fall is fast approaching? The numbers on the dial are the same but the air feels softer on my skin. It doesn’t burn and oppress like the dog-days of summer do. Do the bees know, I wonder? The same ones buzz around the same clover. Can they feel the change in the air? The light is different too, the colour richer. Everything gets washed out in the summer’s sun. It’s quieter today. I no longer hear summer’s sounds, kid’s laughter, lawn mowers, frogs and ducks on the lake. How did I not notice things changing? It’s amazing, what everything happens when you aren’t paying attention.
(It’s not September, but I claim poetic license. It’s been a long time since I felt poetry. I suppose I should try to write every day and get into a groove, but it’s never worked that way for me (Strategies for Failing 101). I write poetry when the spirit moves. It hasn’t for a while.)
Whoa! So you have a poetic mind too. By the way, I am reading it today and this is 3rd September 2019 for me. So it was meaningful.
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Thank you. I’m glad it is now timeline appropriate 🙂
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You are welcome!
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