Come September

From behind heavy eyelids,
I see the dawn moon
hung loosely over the horizon haze.

A deep midnight blue,
in a hurry to transform
into pale purple, then orange...

Summer is drifting afar
and winter loiters aimlessly around clouds.

The sun, wide awake,
reflects onto little yellows
dotting the early morning landscape.

Come September
and fresh new season has begun.

Come September,
and wake me up to many a bright beginning!
Into the world of books and words,
ready for an exciting ride,
I finally get my ducklings in a row.