And thus ends September,
And Summer’s last ember
Still flickers and glows,
The colour of an autumn leaf,
As the river of Seasons flows
Into the Firth of Time,
With all our hopes and grief.

I have no idea where that came from, my head is often full of words, and sometimes those words come together. The first line just popped up in my head this afternoon, and the moment I wrote it down, the second line came straight to me. I wrote the rest in a few minutes, so it is a bit rough, but considering it was written in about ten minutes, I’m fairly pleased with it…