Watch, wait, look long and look deep. Creation is dying again. Listen to Her wisdom.
Watch, wait, look long and look deep. See this mournful train.
September sets the first steps of Her Via Dolorosa.... Creation's road to Calvary.
Watch, wait, look long and look deep. September speaks a dying wish. To Her children in their maddening rush, in their race over roads of stone and in their cages of glass and steel... Listen. Watch. Be still.
For what happens to me, She whispers, must happen to you.
September speaks in muted tones, in dew-wet droplets on fragile webs, shining like jewels. In the burnt edges of leaves in their final hours, in the cold breath over corn past their ripening. Listen, September speaks.
All things pass, all things change, all things die. And those that give their life away to the summons of September, will be born again.