September days are here

It hurts. 

Many emotions, yet one… 

I loved.

Be happy in the sunshine while you may 

For with the dawn, there comes another day 

And dawn by dawn, the lovely Summer flees! 

I  walk on ginger leaves, 

Frosty mists of September burn my skin with nostalgia. 

Lifeless playground swings carry no murmurs 

Of small voices carefully choosing words 

For intimate promises made on long ago days. 

“Will you have lunch with me tomorrow?”

Paolo Driussi.