I remember September like a long-lost friend or returning kin.
Its sights, sounds, textures, tastes; and its hustle and bustle.
Yet, I especially remember September's smells.
Savory scents of waxed halls in old schools,
The odor of new books, dusty chalk, and whiffs of wistful perfume.
Smells and smiles of hope. expectation, excitement, renewal.
Oh yes, I remember September poignantly;
as symbol and substance;
as subliminal hormone
which quickens and comforts the soul.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
I REMEMBER SEPTEMBER
I remember September like a long-lost friend or returning kin.
Its sights, sounds, textures, tastes; and its hustle and bustle.
Yet, I especially remember September's smells.
Savory scents of waxed halls in old schools,
The odor of new books, dusty chalk, and whiffs of wistful perfume.
Smells and smiles of hope. expectation, excitement, renewal.
Oh yes, I remember September poignantly;
as symbol and substance;
as subliminal hormone
which quickens and comforts the soul.
