September is knocking
It’s August 28 and I’m tired of seeing the word of August. I want truly write September in the diary with my dip pen.
I want add to few more poems about the leaves all turning to color.
When I take my walks, I want to feel the crisp autumn wind as stirs up the fallen leaves at my feet.
Tired of all my summer clothes and can’t wait until I drag out my fall stuff. I not really fond of wearing bright colors.
Tired of hearing of those insects outside my windows.
All the green is tiresome. It seems more like a wall containing to this world. I do miss hearing the bare branches clattering against each other.
This Sunday is my last working Sunday, I’m really looking forward to sleeping late and working on the poetry in the afternoon. I wonder how many poems will get done during that months. I’m hoping for at 15 pages worths.
It’s only three days away and already it’s brings a shy smile to this face.







