That Warm September Day
by Adele McDougall
We lay beside the waterfall on that
warm September day, and
with his weathered fingers he wove
wildflowers in my hair.
A scent of pine drifted on the air,
colorful leaves of autumn fell
slowly to the ground, cascading
water silenced every other
sound on that warm September day.
Embracing and dreaming of our
time away, we needed to leave
but wished to stay …
The way life goes, our youth is faded,
but a song of memories
steeped in the past
will always last … cherishing
that warm September day.
About the Poet
Adele McDougall, a retired transcriptionist who was married for 67 years, co-authored a family history book with her husband. A lifelong poet, her dream of seeing some of the personal experiences she set to verse published came true in the final weeks of her life when her first poem was accepted by Passager Journal. The mother of three (grandmother of eight and great-grandmother of five) died peacefully in September 2025. Her work here is published posthumously.
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