Write a poem dedicated to the date September 5th.

You may have guessed by the giant image on the home page of this website that "Creativity is piercing the mundane to find the marvelous" is what I like to think of as the defining message of The Dream Project. And what the marvelous within the mundane is depends entirely upon a person's perspective. What is mundane to me might be unbelievably meaningful to you. A random, ordinary day like September 5, for instance, holds different amounts of significance for each person you come across - it could be the date of their wedding anniversary, or the day their first pet died, or just another ordinary fall moment. Can you convey this in a poem?