September Nonet Contest
is in the
air as summer's
greens retreat to keep,
until again she will
joyously repeat her shades
of verdant hues among the leaves
of elated trees that sing in Sun.
Yet every season bestows its joy
as autumn guilds the leaves in gold,
in rust and crimson too, in
majesty death beholds.
A harvest of the
seeds we have sown
we reap in
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2019
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