September is here

As usual, September sneaked up on us. Is Sprout's birthday August 31 or Sept. 1?

Anyway, I'm always reminded of this poem:


September First

This morning, sensing someone at my door
And curious who might be waiting for me there,
I turned the knob as many times before--
To face the fresh and early morning air.

And unannounced, and suddenly as I stood,
Tender and young, and cool and moist her skin.
Smelling of misty meadow, field and wood,
September gently passed me and walked in.

W. Weir