Literary Hook: Poem: ‘September is a transitory call’

Christine Swanberg
Christine Swanberg

By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet

As summer fades and we head into September, here is a poem for that special time.

September Slips

September slips its golden tips on trees

that lightly shimmer in September’s breeze.

The hummingbirds begin their southern flight,

tiny wings fluttering with all their might.

Orchards yield abundant fruit: honey crisp

as the night grows close and cool, and frost rips

through the pumpkins, grown brightest orange and round.

Milk pod fluff floats and lands on hardened ground,

where soon the sunset maple’s leaves will fall.

September is a transitory call,

a golden bridge from season unto season.

If we find ourselves beyond our reason

in someplace in between, we remember

all creatures dance to change in September.

Forthcoming in internal chapbook, Sonnets and Other Incantations, Minotaur Press.

Christine Swanberg is a local author and poet. She received the Lawrence E. Gloyd Community Impact Award at the 2012 Rockford Area Arts Council State of the Arts Awards.

Posted Aug. 26, 2014

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