The September Wind
September ushers in Autumn, hence the Autumn wind.
Squirrels and rabbits dig their burrows, rush to snuggle in.
The wind races merrily across the ground,
Blowing the Autumn leaves all around;
Skimming over the rocks and nooks,
And chasing along the fast flowing brook.
Blowing the clouds across the sky,
It whispers and laughs with a gentle sigh,
As it playfully wraps my coat 'round my legs,
And I hurry inside for some bacon and eggs.
This morning the wind is a rascal for certain,
As it rushes right past me to ruffle the curtains.
Summer is gone and Winter draws near,
And the September wind means Fall is here.
Judy Ball
For September Contest by Brian Strand - Sept. 1,2011
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011
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