September Is the New Year
by Maryella Vause

September is the New Year.
The earth brings forth her harvest.
In the closing of the old year,
The fields are laid to rest.

Bright, crispness of the sunshine,
Light crunching of the leaves,
Cutting back of last year’s vine,
September’s garment weaves.

September is the New Year.
It’s back to school you go,
To start afresh your learning.
With new progress you will grow.

Just like the seed that’s planted
Rests under winter’s snow,
The things you learn are waiting.
The seeds of knowledge show

Their blossoms in the springtime
With the flowering of the year.
September is the new year
Fresh horizons now appear.

It is the feast of harvest,
Putting by the things of old.
It is the preparation
Of picking up the new.

It is the Rosh Hashana
It is the Yom Kippur
It is the Hallelujah
Of New Year and of You.