September

The cool crisp air comes flooding in;
September has always been
A strong month for me.

When I filter my being into a
Singular viewpoint,
Surrounded by falling tempatures
And leaves unending,
I guess I just plain crumble
Like they do under my feet.

Many changes all at once,
It's very hard to sort this out.
I can believe there's going to be
A way for me to climb the hill
And see a peak I might commence
As one of more significance.

Copyright ©2013 Charles Anthony Dominick