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Suddenly September
Written By: William McReynolds | Issue: September 2024
“When I do count the clock that tells the time.” William weighs the measure of the days as September unwinds into the shadows and spiking sunshine of October.
September is a remembrance month. Change is in the air and as the seasons of 2024 pass–winter, spring, summer and now, suddenly, fall–we look back from the vantage point of September and remember the fullness of the months gone by, aware of what remains of the year.
There is also the September of our years as we age, a time in our lives when we look back and remember the youthful beginnings and poignant endings of yesteryear. There is both joy and nostalgia in September.
Many a tenor has rhapsodized this month in lyric and melody. Neil Diamond, you might recall, sang September Morn, written by him and Gilbert Becaud:
September morn
We danced until the night
Became a brand-new day
Two lovers playing scenes
From some romantic play
September morning
Still can make me feel that way
Read musically these lines actually make you feel that way.
Another September Song, written by Willis, White and McKay, was sung by Earth, Wind and Fire:
Do you remember
The 21st night of September?
Love was changin’ the minds of pretenders
While chasin’ the clouds away
Our hearts were ringin’
In the key that our souls were singin’
As we danced in the night, remember
How the stars stole the night away, oh, yeah
“The stars stole the night away.” What a great line.
Frank Sinatra’s September Song, written by Weill and Anderson, reminds us of the passing years and what remains as the years turn from fall to winter and September days grow shorter:
Oh, it’s a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short
When you reach September
When the Autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn’t got time for the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days
I’ll spend with you
These precious days
I’ll spend with you
In the September of our calendars and the September of our years, we remember past joys and deep loves, what we gained along the way and what we’ve lost. Good times come with what remains. These are precious days. And we get to spend these precious days with each other.
Happy September … these precious days.
