September Love

September has always been more than a month to me.
It is the season of return and beginning, of grounding and change.
Each day, I find myself pulled to pause — to notice, to listen, to write.

This space gathers those reflections.
Some are long, some brief.
Some take shape in rhyme, others wander freely like the season itself.
Together, they form a love letter to September:
to its skies and trees, its moons and evenings, its whispers of alignment.

Here you’ll find each entry — one for every day I felt called to write.
A month unfolding in poems, like leaves turning,
each page its own shade of September love.