Another poem I wrote for my creative writing club. I chose the prompt September.
waves of hot
radiate throughout September,
summer’s last fight against fall -
calling out
to students in classrooms;
waves of cool
breeze through September -
shaking the petals
on the flowers,
kept alive by the heat -
that will soon lose
to autumn;
but not yet -
the leaves are still green,
the sky is still blue,
the sunflowers and roses
still bloom for now -
since September is
a month of mediation
and meditation