Poetry Sunday

Today is the last day of September, and so it's probably appropriate to share this timely poem ...

September 

by Linda Pastan 

it rained in my sleep
and in the morning the fields were wet
I dreamed of artillery
of the thunder of horses
in the morning the fields were strewn
with twigs and leaves
as if after a battle
or a sudden journey
I went to sleep in the summer
I dreamed of rain
in the morning the fields were wet
and it was autumn

Tomorrow will be a new month. One hopes it will be better than the old one.

Have a good day. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo