September By Christopher Ross Livingstone

September By Christopher Ross Livingstone 

As I saunter,

drifting but observing.

The busrt of that September sun,

knowing that we're on the cusp of seasons and chenges.

Oh, my heart feels this year in may ways

The strings have played the harps of pain, 

and in turn the healing has begun.

Sauntering on,

mindful I am once again. 

Never shall I forget her, 

and what she represented.

Love never dies,

and I see the sky in the Sepetember sun.

Skylines and trees whispering to me,

that mother nature is with me.

Reminding me.

Calling me.

And as I turn to answer

I know it'll be time to let go

And surrender myself into the grace of peace.

Because the lessons are deep,

we must love ourselves much more

September I hear you.

I feel you

Therefore I will sureneder into this