Prose intro.

I can feel September this morning.

Standing here on the balcony.

" Welcome cooling breeze "  I breath in deeply.

Locuts buzzing in the trees

The flowers in the garden, going to seed.

Verse...

• Memories of childhood,  came surgeing throug the years,
• Appearing in the present, I knew that you'd be here.
• There I am, a Boy, in the old backyard
• In long  ago September, from my memory stored.
• I felt anew that cooling breeze,
• And fragrance of our appletrees.
• Each season has its memories,
• Oh how could I forget them ?
• They are so much of me
• T L SHUFF.