September morning smiled youthfully and promising,
so sunny blue chilly, ignoring time and I missed you then.
September afternoon cloudy dim, summer hasty gone.
Walking I fell hard on my own feet, I missed you then.
September day vanished, autumn darkness arrived.
Cold and I put a warm jacket on and I missed you then.
October will come like a shortly shining Miss Beauty.
I’ll still wait and if you’re not coming, I’ll miss you then.