Time flies

Once September arrives in splendor the days
start swirling, sliding by too fast.
The calendar squares fill up and overflow the lines;
time speeds up and becomes the past.


Autumn days should walk a slower pace,
gliding by in brilliant blue sky;
Showering us with their clarity and grace;
relishing every cardinal cry.


Surely for beauty no season can match these days;
Why then can't I make them last?
But fly by they do, at autobahn speeds,
Racing from winter's blast.