On this day of September,
It feels more like October.
I suppose they are side-by-side,
However, one smells of life
And the other as if something has died.
Today smells of death and decay,
Much like on a typical October day.
The air is crisp, filled with a familiar musk.
You can feel it all around you--
At any time, from dawn till dusk.
Nighttime is the best time.
It feeds a writer's mind.
When words are filled with magic
Tinted with a hint of something nostalgic.
As Fall creeps and stalks close by,
We are reminded of spirits who come alive.
The earthy smell of dirt,
Your mind anything but alert,
And the smell of a pumpkin spice latte--
But not yet--not today.
Today it is still September,
We must remember.
For before the Fall,
Summer is still here amongst us all.