September Days
September sadness, sweet and sour,
A dagger piercing heart and soul.
Nostalgic flood tides rush to shore,
With tender memories of old.
Cicada swan songs wax and wane
In melancholy symphony.
Secluded crickets strum their harps
In monotonic harmony.
A carefree summer sounds retreat
Before the mellow, golden haze.
Autumn sadness fills our lives
With bitter sweet September days.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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