Storing September

This is a poem from an anthology of the same name by a local poet named Elizabeth Rooney. Her daughter collected her poems into a set of four books called 'All Miracle'. They are all lovely. I wish I had known Elizabeth Rooney. Storing September You ask me what I did today. I could pretend and say, "I don't remember." But, no, I'll tell you what I did today -- I stored September. Sat in the sun and let the sun sink in, Let all the warmth of it caress my skin. When winter comes, my skin will still remember The day I stored September. And then my eyes -- I filled them with the deepest, bluest skies And all the traceries of wasps and butterflies. When winter comes, my eyes will still remember The day they stored September. And there was cricket song to fill my ears! And the taste of grapes And the deep purple of them! And asters, like small clumps of sky... You know how much I love them. That's what I did today And I know why. Just simply for the love of it, I stored September. 9/25/90