September Song
Who knew September would bring
A morning such as this.
Cool, breezy and a coming rain.
My lover waiting for his kiss.
Locked in a quarantine, not knowing
When we will ever meet our new neighbors,
Though we will, they will, and glorious leaves
Are tinging and hiding in fall's vapours.
Meantime our hearts are waiting
With hope the days will come,
Bearing red and Green and twinkling lights.
And sickness will be gone.
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