CLXXXII and CLXXXIII

The Seven Days of September: vi and vii

And now these are the days of pumpkin spice!

In all things everywhere the scent pervades.

Some find it foul, some know it to be nice,

and in all drinks both cold and hot it aids!

It’s thus I’m out for sweet treats once again,

for all have their own take on how it’s done.

Which restaurants feel more “fall” to me? and then,

who has the best of deals for “fall-themed fun”?

Of course they know there’s many more like me,

who spend a fortune for this Autumn joy,

but I’d give quite a lot if I could see

the kind of Fall I saw when just a boy.

Thus so, we drink our cups of memory:

a yearly, wanton, wakeful reverie.

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Now you have brought us in, September sweet,

into the very wind that moves the trees.

And now you settle down, and take a seat

amongst the soon-to-be so dormant bees.

But we’ll not soon forget the voice you had,

though silent in so many ways you are.

You’ve given us a reason to be glad,

despite the grim incoming repertoire.

Be now at peace, sweet Bringer of the Fall,

and know we wish you all you can enjoy.

Sleep deep, but next year do not stave nor stall

your revel, nor the peace that you employ.

Do tell us, though, before you drift away:

how long is this year’s cold supposed to stay?