The Colors of September

I wanted to write a poem about the month I was born, sorta and how it helps to make me who I am. There is something about the month of September that is melancholy.

I was born

With the final rays of summer

Brushed against my pale skin

The sun trying desperately to pull me

Back to shore

 

And as a result

I’ve always had freckles thrown across my nose

And gold pouring out my head

 

But for some reason

My skin doesn’t bronze in the sun

Like July babies

With Greek Goddesses in their blood stream

 

And I can’t paint my skin metallic

To match the deep gold’s of summer

That I was born under

 

No instead I was given this porcelain skin

And these skyline colored eyes

That mimic the deepest parts of the ocean

                (if the ocean were full of stars)

 

My baby blues also are my birthstone

The month of September is known

For weeping willow trees

And the first breezes of autumn

Chasing away summer

 

So I guess it’s appropriate to have

A gaze made of

                                 Sapphires

 

But let it show that Sapphires

Will always fall in love with

                Diamonds

And April colored eyes

Author's Note

Everything here is intentional

Reviews

[17thWhitePrince]

A most colorful wonderful piece of prose written to describe the month of your birth.
Such a beautiful poem:D

Well done !!! :P

[kera moondust]

oh thank you =)

[Invisible]

it's almost classical, but with modern inspiration.