September Song by Joanie Roberts

September plays autumn notes
Written by summer drought
Except for prelude in Isaac air

Trees already pause for winter
In a great song of
“Hi – ber -nation”

Our early unrecoverable refrain
An extra long symphony
Now yellow leaves falling plays

A September Song

 Oh, it’s a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn’t got time for the waiting game
On, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I’ll spend with you
These precious days I’ll spend with you . . .

 (September Song, sung by Frank Sinatra in 1965)

I am a beginning author, writer and artist exploring the worlds of poetry, art and photography.  I love to catch ordinary moments and reflect upon our natural world and its intersection with daily life. My professional life’s work has been in the field of education as public school teacher, administrator and college professor. My primary focus was on issues of poverty and it’s impact on student achievement and education policy. In 2006, I co-founded the Shadowleaves Company. Our mission is to share the joy of writing, photography, music and art with all ages by connecting with others. I have recently retired and live in the Ozarks on Lake Ann in Bella Vista, Arkansas. @jrobertswi Shadowleaves Blog  Shadowleaves Facebook