And now I present the second poem of the "Months Collection" baby! Whoohoo! Anyway, this time we have a vaguely angsty poem that features both a nameless guy and girl who are quite lonely/depressed, and um . . . it takes place in September. Gee, go figure eh? Anyway, please read the poem and then tell me what you think by reviewing it!

She's walking slowly and all alone,
The wind cutting her down to the bone.
The sad, red willow blows -
Its leaves fly in the wind's harsh throes.
And then she's just standing there,
Thinking softly as she looks up in the air,
Oh, what a pale September.

He's singing to himself a slow song,
Features dark and hair flowing long.
The scarlet leaves settle to the grounds,
Jumping up in no leaps or bounds.
She stands there, alone and in his way,
He'll come join her to simply say,
"My, what a pale September."

They're sitting together on the road,
Neglecting their book-laden load.
Wheat stalks blow roughly in the field,
For they are nothing but a weak shield.
And they both realize that it's been a while,
Since either of them last saw a true smile.
Wow, what a pale September.