September went by
like a drawn-out sigh
that I hardly even noticed
In anticipation of another
I didn’t care to bother
to take in her shimmering grace
& on this October day
the thought came my way
that I’ve let slip this year’s only September
The moment has passed
like a bubble of glass
all is still & summer’s lost its glow
© 1991, 2010, 2024 Kirstin Sørensen
