Maybe it's in September
That the sun sets differently on the same sky.
It was in the way the rays filled the pockets in the clouds
Some blazed to visual perfection
Some added to serenity, while others shied away from the limelight.
The month tolled to new chimes
They tolled like they did in churches
Seeking attention
Yearning
Alas for the tranquillity only found in the heavens.
Peace beckons as an ardent desire to walk again
with a song in your heart
with nothing to weigh you down
like the fear to survive another day
Reining in uncertainty.
For what can become of man when peace is compromised?
They forget that once a petal bloomed gently, opening to a clear sky, or
the hours the maple turned colour to fill a sidewalk's bleak facade,
an unparalleled attraction in a world that has the misfortune
of discarding nature so carelessly.
A burning streak of flame sought my eye as I stood against the window
A lonesome figure, a private vision
The sunset
Yet, so different
Visions are for the visionaries.
Just as the newness of the month gives rise to new sentiments
The setting sun has decided to follow another dimension
To create appreciation.
A different sunset fills the sky to bring me new wisdom
Briefly
Time has a way of changing perceptions.
I wrote this poem at the start of the month. The sunset has a way of touching my heart.
On Shobana's Musings: As September Closes - https://shobanasmusings.blogspot.com/2025/09/as-september-closes.html
