September Song
Sing me a song about September.
She warms me like a blanket.
She fits me like a glove.
Sing me a song about September.
She flies in gently like a dove,
offering cool-downs for heated souls.
Sing me a song about September.
She woos me with the sound of her name.
She neither burns nor freezes, but warms me.
Sing me a song about September.
She cannot guarantee the end of droughts,
but waves goodbye to the tortures of Summer.
Sing me a song about September.
Let her lyrics be bathed in pleasantries.
Let her tone be soothing, calming, serene.
090122PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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