My September

My September welcomes the harvest,
bringing bushels of apples,
and wanders the overgrown fields
under cornflower blue skies.
My September loves summer
with an obvious crush
and holds on a little too long,
blushing under the attention
and turning the leaves red.
My September, fickle and eager, 
has a wandering eye and flirts with fall,
ready to enjoy the crisp, cool evenings
in the warmth of a lover's arms.