September Song
Time shifts to September
The flamboyant summer sun
Has aged by now
Its oomph is waning
Heat dwindling
Sharp sunbeams turn softer
Sky is lucid
Higher and bluer
Air fresher
With a touch of damp
Days are shorter
Nights darker
Nature starts to compose
Autumn poetry
Rich in colors
Beautiful and sentimental
Yet with shadows of sorrow
Soon fall foliage will turn
Lifeless and drop like rain
Grass dries out and wilts
Gilded with morning frost
Singing no more the birds
They fly south
Leaving autumn songs
Merely sighs of wind
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