We are in September

Summer just lost her limbs

Her warmth, her beauty and her tenderness.

The temperature begins to cool off

You, the perfect perfid, just left

With your hair full of old age.

Oh! Things don't remain the same

Everything changes and melts like cream

Like the sleet of the last storm

It's sad almost for nothing we fuss.

A thousand thoughts dull me and a thousand reflections

Worry me. I can't put everything in the poubelle

Of oblivion. Forward, I want to go with extreme passion

Since faded and fumbled flowers are no longer beautiful.

P.S. Translation of "En Septembre" by Hebert Logerie.

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Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.