September 30th

What falls in Spring to renew life,
in Autumn heralds slumber,
Tiny drops like tiny seeds grow tiny thoughts to meet this need
Of needing time to think of things when Summer fun is in full-swing,
But with the closing of September
comes the time to ponder life.

Compliments in conversation
grace these lips whene'er I please,
The rate at which I give them seems proportioned to what I receive,
And in this karmic pondering,
a truth alights inside of me,
That every karmic human being gives in order to receive.

This, my last thought from September, ushered down by Autumn rain;
Drops that drizzle down my window,
down my heart, into my brain,
Collected pools of sheet and pen
from which I drink this Summer's end.
What fell in Spring renewed this life, but left me wanting Fall again.