September's Muse

Slowly and gently fall unfurls its golden splendor The flowering glory of summer fades away The September breezes whisper goodbye to warmer sunny days Fog hangs deep in the valleys laden with the breath of frost Bounteous fields bathed in molten gold, gleam in pale sunlight beams The land is etched with touches of autumns crimson blush Each tender falling leaf is but a tear shed by September’s muse A kaleidoscope of color her tear stained ode to summer’s end