September Poem by 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.