September's stars are creeping in Mocking me for my latest sin I'm only human I can begin Again if that's in store And the stars only know what May lay ahead But they never speak a word This time of the year
I've written a September's stars poem almost every September for about fifteen years. And as I typically like the stars this time of the year, autumn creeping in and the tilt of things changing, the pieces have always tended to be pretty optimistic slash reflective. This year, and this evening are different. Its interesting.