Waiting On September
Still bearing the heat
Of summer's final ember,
At my shaded window seat
... Waiting on September
No sign as of yet ...
The leaves, pretty green,
Where embers had not met
To set ablaze the scene
But, gold will come
Then orange, then red,
On marigold and mum
Along my flower bed
Then to the treetops
As they surrender,
To temperature's drops
... Waiting on September.
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