The First Week of September


The first week of September,

time to begin again

with sullen oak tree branches,

their leaves their dying friends.


Above the mighty mountains,

the iridescent rays shine

powerfully upon them,

precluding the ways of time.


The breeze blows in a whisper

and tells us to remember.

It’s a song of summer’s last grace

in the first week of September.


Originally written in 2001, age 15



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