The sweetness of September’s like
A fat, full-ripened berry
As it bursts upon your tongue.

The softness of September’s like
A shimmering, silken gossamer
That drifts across your skin.

The stillness of September’s like
A green-shade forest slumber
After noon’s harsh heat and light.

The sadness of September’s like
A watercolour evening sky
Erased by falling night.


Anne Woodcock

By Anne Woodcock
Anne is married to Pete Woodcock and works as an Editor for The Good Book company.
Anne has written a poem for every month of the year in 2019 which you can read on the Cornerstone blog.

11 September 2019

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