September begins !!

September

The garden mourns beneath a silver rain.
Water gathers in the flowers
as though the hours themselves
had begun to sink.

Summer shivers at the threshold,
astonished by his own departure.
Nothing quite ends.
Nothing remains.

Gold, leaf by leaf,
loosens from the tall acacia—
small fragments of vanished sunlight
falling through the afternoon.

Among the roses
Summer pauses, listening,
as though somewhere beyond the garden
another season were calling his name.

He smiles—astonished and weary—
into the garden’s time-suspended dream,
where every blossom seems to hover
between remembrance and decay.

Long he lingers there,
unwilling to surrender
the warmth still trembling in the earth,
yet yearning for the dark.

The rain continues.

The roses bow.

And slowly Summer closes
his great, grown-weary eyes.

--Hermann Hesse