Not written as a contest entry
Swirling winds waltzed with tumbling golden leaves Each one torn from limbs by the rustling thieves Painted scenery, every September Tinged russet like a smoldering ember Enchanting, the hues of forests and hills Mother Nature colors landscapes with frills Brushed each Autumn, with her artistic hands Exhibiting beauty across her lands Rouged, the season as if in crimson blush Fall's grandeur often arrives with a rush Apple orchards have ripened for picking Lasting thirty days, the clock is ticking Limited is the time and splendor of September: windswept month I've come to love
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