in september

the colors change.

in september
the afternoon light grows richer and redder
and the days are warm
and my window is open.

on the way to school i stop and gape at the light around me--
i beg: Envelop me.

in september 

i wear the long-sleeved shirt to bed

but i keep the nike shorts cause

i like the feeling of soft blanket on bare legs.

i wake up a little cold in the dark--

cold enough to put a pot of water on the stove. 

then it's 6 a.m. again
and already life moves too fast.