
09/01/2025
Drifting into September
On this new morning,
as we drift into September,
the light leans softer through the trees,
brushing the edges of memory with gold.
The air carries the quiet hum of change,
and every breath feels like a gentle invitation,
to remember, to release, to begin again.
September stretches ahead,
a slow turning of the world,
where endings meet beginnings
and the heart learns to trace both
with equal tenderness.
~ 'Drifting into September' by The Garden Of Pensiveness
✍️ Mary Anne Byrne
~ Image Unknown via Pinterest