SEPTEMBER FALLS

Seemingly the sun in soft blush sighs Engages less with now and more with when Pandering to those who praise it still Time’s slowly cooling shadows growing thin Euphoria consumes soft red-tinged leaves Meandering upon a moonlit breeze Breakdancing in the shadow of night’s thieves Ever mindful that the leafless tree still grieves Remorse however is not nature’s way For season’s count their time in passing days Abundance falling prey to sated needs Lays dormant whether fading rose or weed Left withering amid it’s curtain call Soft sunsets adding fire to it all