September Dreaming September. The party's over. Although my school days are long past, Thoughts of school and studying and homework Seep into my head Like smoke from burning piles Of old summer dreams. In a sudden burst of movement A squirrel grabs one of the many acorns That lie scattered all around. Is each acorn a future dream? In years to come When the new seedlings start to tower over my head I will see that some of them were Even if there is no way to know beforehand Which ones those will be. -- Thomas G. Digby -- Written 2011-09-01 14:51:51