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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On my side of the hemisphere, Old Man Winter begins in December and meanders through the earth with cold, ice, and snow. With ice- laced winds, he lashes against my skin, and no one calls it a sin. He renders the soil under my feet hard as a rock against whom my socks have no defense. That's why I like September. She neither burns not freezes, but with a tender stroke, she pleases me. Spring is mostly nice as she melts the ice along with her bursting force with new life, resurrecting things long put to death by Winter's sword. The sound of 'April' is a charm with the melodic tunes of a song that's arresting and captivating. She's sometimes a teaser though, setting you up for a windy ride. She may even swallow you in a flood or blow you away in a tornado. But by and large, she serves the planet well. All the same though, I like September who doesn't tease but pleases me well. And oh, the joys of summer are endless. The wedding bells of June; the show and tells of vacations to distant places. Some like it hot, lying on their cots and bathing in the sun. Others like being soothed by the cool beaches and back yard pools. But be warned of the pain and rain from hurricanes. And be prepared to endure the smoke filled skies from the heavy flames of wild fires. There's just no comparison to Sweet September with her savory treats of tranquilities to remember. I anticipate the golden trees just before they shed their autumn leaves. September charms me with musical chimes on mild Autumn nights. The choice is mine, and it's a happy time when September arrives. 091621PS
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