The morning dawns to cleanse anew and wash the world in light,
September paints the mountains gold and lingers into the night.
The meadows wink with flowers, their stems with color hung.
Around the bend,
To greet the autumn’s song.
The noontime beckons; the pines all whisper, “Come drink the cool of shade.”
Kaleidoscope of stained glass leaves, branch upon branch in wooded glade.
The daisies fresh, the bluebells deep, the paintbrush blushing fierce and bright.
By grass and heather,
Gem studded hills, roll gently in sight.
The evening sings in sunset hues; the twilight tiptoes on dancing feet.
Softly to see the sky catch fire, bright copper and crimson the clouds to greet.
Have you heard the song that fills the night, diamond notes of heaven’s bars?
Bells that ring,
And winking sing,
To soak the night with stars.
The morning dawns in a silver gown, curling drape of smoke and mist.
Tattered shreds of autumn rains, scented by chimneys, the air to kiss.
Aspens flush on the edge of gold, sweaters warm at the break of day,
Mugs clinking ring,
To speed October on its way.
The noontime brings its healing balm, final drops from summer’s jar,
Sunshine melts the clouds for a time, warm scale of notes on a pine branch bar.
Corn and squash now ripe to bear, honeycomb swells the sweet of gold,
West winds cool,
As the flowers bend to curtsy and fold.
The evening plays twilit duets, the music mingled of warmth and cold,
September’s bounty pours forth its last, spills amber into October’s fold.
Hay in the loft, playing horseshoes at dusk, drinking a ruddy bonfire’s glow,
Sparks climb high
As October arrives and September goes.
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