September strums a scarlet rhythm.
Blood red ... fiery red ...
Sensuous, sultry, passionate, scandalous,
Glorious, vibrant, sizzling, sinful red ...
An enter the blood-stream and saturate the senses red.
A flood the brain and tantalise the mind red.
A throb in the heart and tug at the soul red.
It is Summer's last hurrah. The monsoons have been sent packing.
Now, bring on the show-stoppers... cock a snook at the chill winds waiting to shiver down from the icy Himalayas.
Not yet, not yet ... there is still time for a dragonfly to frolic. Spinning, whirling, darting, tip-toeing ...
The fiery sun blazes still, lighting a zillion crimson flames across the land.
Crimson, vermilion, scarlet, razzmatazz ,
Coral, ruby, cinnabar, cerise...
Shake you awake, scream in your face,
Set fire to your soul,
Pour soul into motion
Strut and sway, scorch and swirl
For that's the way of the September world.