A hot day in September
Is a day I will remember
The breeze touches tender
It is Dublin in all its splendour.

Each blade of grass serene
As we laze on Stephen’s Green
Women Autumn has seldom seen
Pass smiling beneath a Summer’s beam.

How much difference a bit of Sun can make
Changes the mood, and the expressions on each face
It gives so much while the rain can so often take
And if it only lasts today, I am grateful for its taste.

The city has new life, as if the day has just begun
People leaving work feel refreshed as no one feels the day is done.
For as I laze among friends, joking beneath the sun
I have a feeling of being free, of forever being young.

A hot day in September
Is a day I will remember
The breeze touches tender
It is Dublin, it is splendour.

© Daniel Breslin