September

September slipped in on the wind
 a gentle light breeze of warmth
 sliding in between the clouded sky
 pale blue powder dusting the sun.
The garden yawned preparing for rest
 each flower breathed a last final effort
 a bloom ready to rest to return in spring
 blinking sleepily at the end of a season.
Labored day stretching into autumn arrivals
 of pumpkin oranges and decorative colored gourds
 dried Indian corn ready for the herds feeding
 pacing through the dry fields of brown beige.
Grasslands lose their colors bending
 inching closer to embrace the earth
 soaking in the final rays of summer light
 to sleep in the arms of winter approach.
September turns the calendar
 sun and fun ease in to slow
 where time inches forward
 looking back to where it's been.

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