September and School

We're back. It's been busy, getting acclimated to a new school year and its requisite crop of new students, new colleagues, new administrators, new challenges. It has been a rough ride so far, for a variety of reasons. So, on a Friday night with both of my daughters in the house with friends for sleepovers, I'm sitting at the dining room table blogging. But I suppose its better than sitting and waiting, staring at a phone that won't ring...

Here's a poem for the upcoming fall that is already in full swing despite the absence of calendar confirmation. Kind of a downer, but you gotta write from where you're at, right?

September

It’s all new now,
Starting over and moving on,
In the crinkled chill of fall.
And yet I can’t fight it,
The thin line between hope and
The not so hopeful is too thin,
Vibrating in the wind of
Dwindling possibilities,
Threatening to snap at
The slightest gust.
It’s all very sad, you know.
It just starts, gets warm, and
Then it sinks, frigid shadows
And shivering hollows,
The abyss of September roars
Open and I plummet,
Grasping at dreams that are
So far from here, so far from
The cool autumnal breeze that
Buffets me on this beach,
Looking out at the frothy Atlantic,
While I try to stay warm
And remember where it is I
Want to be, despite it all.
Despite it all.

I'll bounce, I always do, but for now I must be content to wait for that upturn to happen. Oh, and this isn't one of those whiny posts, either. It's a legitimate poem, so I guess I'm covered. Now if I can just get a story going I'll be really happy.