Sweet September
Summer's heat and the great 'out-of-doors' will be passing soon,
giving greetings to the beauty of Autumn, starting in September.
The syllables of 'Sep-tem-ber' roll across my lips so soothingly.
Each year, I say to her tenderly, "I only which that you could stay".
But like every Spring in the month of May, September slowly goes away.
Always rejoicing to see her come, I'm never ready for the exit of her calm.
082522PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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