The Song and Sting of September
It sings with a voice that stings two skies,
That fades the summer yet can’t evade autumn.
September holds both the warmth and the cold,
Of summer’s truthfulness and autumn’s youthfulness.
As northern breezes chill, leaves whisper red on each hill,
A thousand wonders still thunder one name—
S~e~p~t~e~m~b~e~r.
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