"September Musings" (edited)
By Dr. Wayne M. Reynolds
September came as expected. Right on time she was. She has never, ever been late, never guilty of that sneaky sort, popping up out of nowhere. September would never do that. Not to me. We saw her coming at mid August with her windy announcements. Every calendar placed her ninth, every year right before October. I know her. Falling leaves in my back yard also launched an early warning. My eyes said to my only brain OMG, but they really shouldn't have. This was our fifty-eighth season looking at these. Mine eyes have seen the glory, viewed this Prussian blue blanket hovering and suspended above, this blue-toned sky, seen this quiet portrait so many times before.
September muses,... the sun is a little cooler now. Winter is but a breath away, emptying her white powdery substance from the sky on every pathway. Coats and blankets, boots and hot chocolate decorating the landscape of every morning, noon and night. This feels right. Some of us even like this chilly sight. Burrrrrrrrrrrrr. Yet, God really loves us. I know. He really does though. Bundle up, its going to be here a while. But then again, winter clothes have such a snazzy razzle dazzle style.
September musings, raining football games, sprinkling touchdowns every weekend, laying down its sneaky tension on every marriage and loving couple's free time. This is not evil, trust me. It'll pass. Half full is still your glass. Right? Right? Some ladies may want to say, Football you can kiss my,...
September musings, that cool breeze swirling through the trees. That magical sound moving with ease, dancing in both my ears. Worry-free is me, when I let go of me. Every inch of me pauses to greet thee, September muses belong to me. I love you so much, shifting the earth around me, like the calm of every sundown you show me. Oh my dear, you September muses.
You carve out the center core of every poetic door. September skies, you are My Sherrie Amour. Pretty little one that I adore. Give me more. Give me more. Give me more. I know you must soon leave us all, and launch your orange and yellow-filled fall. One question before you stand tall before us all, and push us into another falling fall. Where does God keep the karma that fuels the wings of the heavens? Ahhhhhh,.....
My September Musings. September Musings. September Musings.