I went for a walk this morning in your chilled air, but I know by afternoon you will have warmed to feel slightly sticky. Oh, September you are so confused. Part of you wants to declare that you are of the summer time. Flowers still bloom in the garden though they are but a few. Pretty fall leaves lie upon the ground reminding us that summer will soon be only a memory.
Already the sunny glow of summer is fading from my checks. I will revel when fall comes in all of her majesty and color. I will take delight in building small fires on a chilled evening just so I can watch the smoke curl into the darkened sky. I will enjoy long nights of deep sleep as the temperatures drop chilling the night air.
But for now I am caught up in September. I understand you dear. For you are a picture of where I am in my life. I know that fall of my life is just ahead. I know that I will delight in the fruitfulness, the beauty and the rest that fall will give to my soul, but I also know that the winter of my life looms where everything will be stripped away.
I would lie to say that I am not somewhat saddened by the thoughts of impending winter, but a greater thought lies within my heart. I want to embrace all of the seasons of life and what they have for me. When my days here are past, then with hope against hope I will awake to that eternal spring.
So my dear September, I am going to enjoy what you have to offer me right now. I will not the disdain your few blossoms that raise their little heads to the sun amidst the spent foliage from the hot summer sun. I will not fight against your morning chill or complain of your afternoon heat. You have secrets that I need to learn Miss September. Let me not wander your path without discovering the treasures of wisdom that I must learn in this season of my life.