overlap

My favourite month sees summer take its leave, A birthday landmark lurking in its midst Like winter stealing forward to deceive The evening sun whose rays can scarce resist October's chills, whose glints of baby teeth Will glide away, content for now with threats Like braves defer before their fading chief And wait to stake their claim once his sun sets Transition times, when leaves get brown and blown Together just to gather in one place, The wind through naked branches sets the tone: This thirty step routine's gusts scour my face I feel September ache through every day And strain, like me, to keep the frost at bay