Somewhere in the heart of September; it is Spring.
Fall leaves planted dignitaries, invisible emissaries
Of Spring’s march across earth’s axised hemisphere,
Where patchwork color roses bloom gardens there.
While we unfold gifted quilts of heirloom treasure,
Spring slips forget-me-nots to remind September –
Even before winter arrives in a distant hemisphere –
That, somewhere in the heart of September;
It is Spring there.