September morning…la la la la la…
O the days dwindle down
To a precious few.
The ninth month of the year in the Julian and Gregorian Calendars.
And one of only four months with 30 days.
Thirty days hath September...
April, June, and November.
September is to us the same as March is to New Zealand.
It holds all the promise of good weather.
School, for instance.
‘Tis the season.
September saunters away from August.
Sometimes leaving the heat behind.
But September doesn’t back down.
September hinges one season with another.
Forming a bridge towards Fall.
And on to the holidays.
A short bridge.
A shorter month.
By only one day.
But what a difference a day makes.
Waste not, want not.
“Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.”
And no one can get it back.
“Manners require time, and nothing is more vulgar than haste.”
[Ralph Waldo Emerson]
Maybe Emerson had that luxury back then.
Nowadays we better hasten.
We better hurry.
Or get outta the way.
We facebook, twitter, text, email, and call.
Stay in touch.
As though there were time.
Renee Walker is a poet, author, and real estate broker on the square. You can also read her blog at aroundthesquare.net