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.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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