Late in September
I fondly remember
What caused loves engender
the days all in rhyme
Lost in September
a slave to indenture
My feelings surrendered
for you to be mine
Laughing we tendered
what pain could not enter
And boldly uncensored
each moment sublime
But Fall’s great pretender
October dismembered
Our fate the death chamber
— of Summer mistimed
(Poems Of Love: Merch, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Funny how all those rhyming months fall at the end of the year and not one blame rhyme afterward. A good read my friend
Interesting, thanks.
Most welcome Kurt
Kurt, this carries a beautiful melancholy… the way September begins in warmth and memory before October quietly unravels it. I can relate to this. That closing image of autumn dismantling summer lands with real weight. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks so much.
Most welcome!
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