September Is . . . by Nikki King

September was a nostalgic time for me in Fargo, North Dakota, my birthplace. Of course, I remember the beauty of the trees with their leaves turning vibrant colors of scarlet, orange and golden yellow. They fluttered slightly on brittle branches and then fell lazily to the ground. I took great delight in piling up the leaves on our front lawn and then jumping in seat first, often taking my dog with me! The flowers were dying down or dead--only the chrysanthemums were in full bloom. There was a slight chill in the air, even if the day was warm--a harbinger of the blizzards to come. I miss the beauty and sadness of the fall, the season of my birth.