September

When I think of September, I think of the corn at it's tallest in the fields hiding the signless country roads. I think of huge red tomatoes dangling on the vines waiting for the last harvest. When I think of September, I'm reminded that October isn't far behind, that picking pumpkins, raking red, yellow and orange leaves, drinking hot apple cider and going on hayrides aren't far away. Thick, warm sweaters and new jeans; September escorts summer into hiding and Fall into full swing.
When I think of September, I think of the crisp mountain air that's on its way, I think of days gone by and dream of days to come. When I think of September, I think of home.