September ends. Early the morning
I saw the smile
of the waning crescent moon
above the hills, between the clouds,
promising a good day later

I went back to sleep.
The sun came up, and later
the clouds crowded in,
the wind came up, and then
the light rain

September ends,
drawing a shade of melancholy
across the evening.
October will have its own tale.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 30,  2021