September Roses

It was my intent, really, to blog and webcast the whole time I was in the US last month. I have no excuse for not doing it beyond the honest truth that I saddled myself with one of the busiest periods of my entire life and career during those three weeks. There was one day off professionally and no days off on the personal side. 

I'll do better. 

 Today's is short. It's a lyric that I have always liked a lot. There is music, and I'll get that up one day, but for now, I think this is a nice little autumn poem.

Wistful, I guess. Anyone that lives in Denmark gets wistful when fall comes, because we know that spring and summer are a long way off...

 September Roses fading outside my window,

October winds will scatter a side walk bouquet,

Feeling lazy, the sun slides slow, into

a sleepy going nowhere doing nothing 

kind of day

 

It may rain, it may not

It won’t change plans that I ain’t got,

of walking to your doorstep wearing yesterday’s clothes

to bring you a September Rose

 

September Roses fading outside my window,

October winds will scatter a side walk bouquet,

Crickets sing and the moon rises slow, after

a sleepy, gone nowhere, nothing done

kind of day

 

Never made it outside

maybe tomorrow I’ll try

to slip up to your doorstep wearing yesterday’s clothes

to bring you a September Rose

The holiday season is all around us. How about a book filled with good vibes, laughter and a few tears. You can get 'A Father's Heart' here

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