Best Seasonsseptember Poems
As September shadows appear
All creatures prepare for winter days to come
No calendar to tell them of advancing time
They just know it was planned that way
One by one the leaves of crimson and gold
Of dying browns fall from maples, oaks upon the ground
A note of regret, a bit of melancholy enters hearts
At the first hint that summer is over
That winter's voice is soon to be heard
The shadows of September whisper
Final vows to the dying year
But seasons come and go, melting so noiselessly
Significant in their silences
One into the other
That our thoughts keep forward
There is a note of permanence in all the moves of nature
She goes on, mindful of man and all his dreams of spring awakening