Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
Only in West, March heralds the Spring.
Let me sing to this month of September:
Here this month in India, dragonflies crowd
Green leaf-tops of some acacia trees;
Butterflies then are a-plenty this time
Wave-twisting their way, circling each other:
To eat and mate being their vocation:
Of course, that is our awareness at work.
That we derive reckless joy watching them
Is not known to them – that is what I think!
Monsoon magic descends this month too with
Rain-clouds, not reflected down in glistening patches:
Making me swear that breezy September
I love best in Mumbai, my belov’d City.
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (September by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph )
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(27 July 1870 – 16 July 1953)
Poem of the Day
- An Old Love, David Lewis Paget
- Social Awkwardness, Emily Liang
- Ode to My Hands, Tim Seibles
- Ode on My Episiotomy, Kimberly Johnson
- Teaghlach (Family), Ewen Morrison
- love so pure, love so true, kat tommany
- THE MIDDLE GROUND, Satish Verma
- bonds of friendship, kat tommany
- valentine's day, kat tommany
- can i be your valentine's day, kat tommany