Happy Birthday, Me

Turning twenty.

Oh, September
The month of my birth
Why won't you spare me?

You killed Summer
With a merciless stab
Leaving my heart chilly like the rain you usher in

Children return to school
Opening doors wide
For rebirth and new beginnings

But the changing leaves
Are entwined with bad memories
As haunted October is next door

No longer do I smell the sweet scent of summer
The wind smells different
The tinge of decay

Is September synonymous to sorrow?
Seems like tragedy lives here
Slapping warm, sunny feelings down

Though, the leaves sure are pretty
Orange and brown and red
Maybe September isn't so bad, after all

Reviews

This is beautiful my friend, and happy Birthday, even (if you maybe don't like them) as I never do myself... geez, never knew you where 10 years younger than me lol... there is still h o p e for you :D wonderful write, I am in awe...
Your ending is what we need.... trust.

E.L.