When September Comes
When September comes
mornings are cool and crisp,
and smoke escapes the chimneys
in peculiar little wisps.
Pumpkins turn a lovely hue,
and new mown hay is in stacks.
Harvest time is here again,
and wind whistles through the cracks.
Days grow shorter, and nights longer,
as Earth moves farther away.
The seasons change so subtly,
and Winter waltzes in to stay.
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2016
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