September Morn

There should be a fourth season - the one where summer is still holdin on but autumn is sneaking in the door. I have trouble with this season-an ansiness that I can't describe. Transition from summer to fall has always come hard to me. I am a summer child and I do adore it. I love the sun the flowers the food, the birds, butterflies, lightning bugs. I don't care if it's hot- there is nothing like the cold of a stream or pool when you're really hot--So I always feel a little remorse when all the greatness is close to being over. But then there comes a September morning where the sunlight bequeaths a different shade to leaves and the slight coolness in the air kisses your skin and suddenly its OK if summer must recluse. I have always favored September for a feeling of newness - it's kind of my New Years. It is a twixt and tween and once I get thru the transition it's one of the most enjoyable months of all. I never classify it as full-fledged fall but it prepares me for enjoying the absolute upcoming season. It's the fourth season- the in-between- the saying good-bye and hello - it's its own special beauty and splendor. It's September and once that particular morning hits - I begin to let go and make myself open to beauty and joy another autumn.