You came in a hurry leaving me in a haze
Your forget-me-nots not withstanding

Your tongue, the color of sapphire
Tastes of the looming beer garden

You embody the seven sins
But you are looked after by the Vulcan god

You celebrate the deeds of Michael the archangel
Eating goose bits with the queen

You focus on how you relate to others
Trying to find a balance in your excesses

While you are on a quest for fairness, peace and harmony
Time has not provided me with any solace

My fingers raw, bitten and cramped
I will celebrate October’s arrival
And bid you, dear September, adieu