September...

It begins in a forest where woodchucks woo

And leaves wax green,

And vines entwine like lovers, try to see it.

Not with your eyes, for they are wise,

But see it with your ears:

The cool green breathing of the leaves.

And hear it with the inside of your hand:

The soundless sound of shadows flicking light.

Celebrate sensation.

Recall the secret place.

You've been there, you remember;

That special place where once - just once -

In your crowded sunlit lifetime,

You hid away in shadows from the tyranny of time.

That spot beside the clover

Where someone's hand held your hand

And love was sweeter than berries

Or the honey

Or the stinging taste of mint.

It is September before a rainfall -

A perfect time to be in love.

- The Fantasticks