September

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