Winter in September

It’s winter in September,

Who’s calling my name?

It’s you, it’s me, I long to be

Wild and untamed. 

Yet I’m impinged by a tether

To tighten in the cooling weather

I’ll wait one month or two

Is that enough to smell the dew?

It’s winter in September,

The world’s calling my bluff

The ground beneath me is dirtied glue

That hasn’t dried enough. 

It sticks to me, can’t wash it off

Fuel is gone, an empty trough

Hollow is unpleasantly

Digging into memories.

It’s winter in September

Yet the sun is shining through

And when snow falls and hits the ground

I’ll feel a shade of blue.

Frost and ice rain on my face

But quickly they’ll evaporate

And fly back up into the sky

Where I can’t go, but I can try.