Shorter Days

Shadows of the year begin to fade early upon the forests and lush green fields, A gloom both pleasant and soothing relaxes all after the glare of summer days, September hangs in the air bringing to morning and evening a pleasant coolness, Leaves burning on bonfires smoke rising in the cool air the smell is haunting. A veil of clouds are drawn away like clipper sails billowing in soaring winds, Through the sky are trailed the cotton clouds and beautiful gossamer curtains, The sun comes once more to calmness and excuses himself as the sun is colder, Beneath this sun children play in this time of change they run about all day. The shortening day sounds a warning to make haste and enjoy all natures beauty, There is silence over the fields and the solemn hush inspires thoughtful mood, Then the sun appears and shares its cooler beams bathing the woods and fields, Nature smiles at the sun an old friend a long friendship of confiding affection. Blackberries so thick protected by razor sharp thorns to ward off the uninvited, While mushrooms spring, by magic white and fresh in spongy rolling green pasture, The geometric spider hangs its webs on bushes like silver jewels in a shop window. September is proud to show all it's beauty as the sun sets early we light our fires.