Glow of September
The glare of hot days isn’t yet gone,
through window open on pale lawn,
music of rustling leaves I hear.
As summer scene fades I see clear,
sky sparkles with sapphire allure,
silk clouds drift with silver contour.
Thin thickets trap tinge of sunblast,
hued web on them won’t ever last.
Green leaves wait to wither and fall,
hearing the looming autumn’s call.
Brown grass blades in dusty meadow
sip scarlet sunrays, and they glow.
After the pristine pearls of dew
dry up at the end of morn new,
in my mind twilight gleam will flow.
Touch of September’s last warm glow
I will soak to the full, and hold
through the fall into winter cold.
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September 14, 2021
Syllable count : 8 per line checked on HMS
Contest : Hello September
Sponsor : Mystic Rose Rose
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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