come september

Come september gently and softly
for I"ll have to remember
the month of my birth
date thirteen, unlucky for some
the day when a full moon rose
sheer joy at my parent's place
the month I got married
it's taste of bitter and sweet
the month's moon called harvest moon
for the granary full , after reap
the reservoir full, after rains,
just enough, not to cater the greedy
all happy in weal or woe
no evil eye spying on me,
for mum knew to ward it off.

Now as life poses in front of me
to choose memories
with joy and goodly gree
come september gently and softly