The Briefness of a Season

Too brief was the loveliness of September, it seemed that winter had returned again with nippiness and rudeness in the flustering breeze! Every single rose shivered and repeatedly asked the fierce wind not to let their delicate petals freeze under the thick frost, as night approached and fear increased! Oh, did the shy nightingales come out with glowing eyes and breathe over them to let them live through October? What would Fall had been like without the presence of roses? At midnight, the luminous moon stood very still glancing over the daffodils' fields below to lend them a silver color...thinking that snow had fallen too soon!