Blog 1475 – 10.01.2019
Letting September Go
There is a line in a sad love song by Barry Manilow where he sings, “I hate to see November go.” There can often be a bit of melancholy letting go of anyone, anything, or any month. September has a lot of special memories for me and I am sure it does for many of you. We met so many of our school friends in this month over the years, fell head over hills in love more than once. Those of us from northern temperate zone climates with fours seasons felt summer change to fall and those below the equator, winter to spring. And autumn and spring are both seasons in which the the trees put on some of their prettiest party dresses – blossoms and bright green buds in spring and flaming colorful leaves in fall. I share a poem I wrote several years ago about trees and their year round party dresses:
There really is no need to fear change nor to loath or not look forward to what many may think the lesser months with the bitter chill of winter or the smothering oppressive heat of summer. These seasons too have their gifts and glories and none more wonderful to me than how they prepare our hearts for spring and autumn.
Some of us may be a bit sad to see September go. We can however still rejoice that today begins pumpkin month, fall color month, and it has a giant block party on it’s last the thirty-first day with a gloriously cooler evening and streets and sidewalks filled with short ghouls, goblins, ghosts, and Donald Trumps dragging heavy bags of trick or treat candy that they love making disappear one piece at a time, always a little sad to see the last one go.
The circle of life like the seasons is forever turning as the leaves on the trees.
Your friend and fellow traveler,