September

Reminded of the times

Where sappy pines

And ivy vines 

Consumed my mind

September

But the weather

Isn’t much better

And the leaves aren’t really deader

September

When I’d run

To the supermarket

Or home from school

Not to the pool

When your soup would make me warmer

Down branches show where storms were

When we’d walk

Across the sidewalk

When you’d hold my hand

To make sure I knew

When I was scared

I could count on you

To be there through

Those younger years

When all of those fears 

Made nightmares

Now I’m not scared

Because you prepared

Me for the days

That I would stay

Alone, now my phone

Is how you know

That I’m still here

And I don’t fear

Growing old

Even though

I’m told

To be a man

And to stand 

Straight and tall

When it doesn’t

Seem that way at all

Because I’m still there

In different bones

Still a product of

A place called home

Where I was loved

And owls roamed