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September
by Jane E PearceSo many things to remember-
new books, classes, sweaters
long and skirts with pleats,
pearls that remind
of summer's full moons,
with music still playing
among the pines, the years
of innocent loves.
Many things to recall-
a beautiful day
for a wedding
on a sunlit saturday afternoon,
white satin dress, train,
and veil to meet a soulmate,
to remember, tenderness
of a special september.
So many septembers
have passed - sweaters
are shorter, skirts more plain,
and the pearls still remind
of a summer moon,
but the beautiful music
hanging from the pines,
is never quite the same again.
09/01/2004 Posted on 09/02/2004
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kenneth Lau on 09/02/04 at 03:15 AM Aw. I love the last stanza a lot. I'm a sucker for stories of past days that can never really show up in their special way again. |
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