Red, purple and blue knuckels,
cold hands tingling because they’re close by the fire,
the warmth that snuggles within me,
it causes an unexplainable desire.
Yes, it is a cold evening in September. But I don’t mind.
My lungs are breathing in the air of coal
spreaded into the sky in its whole.
Yet when I think it’s too cold,
the ember gives me warmth..
And I know she’s so bold..
Yes it is a cold evening in September. But I don’t mind..
The winter coats aren’t yet necessary,
In October they’re sure to be..
Those familiar thick winter gloves;
I replace them for thinner ones.
Because I see September still wears her frowns
when the weather’s slowly changing to the fall…