September

It punched August

In the stomach and

Came right in front of you.

The sun is also confused

Whether to burn brighter

And cuddle you in its arms

Or to kiss you all over your face

And leave your skin wet.

Finally, here it comes to you

Like a baby comes to the mother,

After 9 long months only to tell you

it loves you.

But you don’t know what that means.  

Maybe because you've decided 

to wake up when September ends.