Nature September Poems

Each year the ghost of past Falls’ returns
bringing its  simple—but wondrous—treasures.
Turning the world to harmonious earthy hues.
Ardent amber, golden orange, warm browns of
walnut, spicy...

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The leaves are blooming once again,
a tapestry of colors gets exposed,
Few sunrays wander through the rain,
as wind's new symphonies unfold.

Sunset's pastel, a precious piece of...

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a September to remember of Autumn's prestigious debut...
her subtle entry into a daring rain soaked windy muse
entwines my Spirit leading me onward through unwritten pages
of...

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A time to go back to school
Understand rain is warm or cool.
The pinecones fall to the ground.
Up in the sky lovely views are found.
Many leaves...

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Listen my friends to the bells that tinkle and jankle
The early and spontaneous arrival of autumn,
It is a painful and unusual surprise for the birds,
Which...

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Leaves are still green;
days are still warm.
It’s all about to end.
Summer’s holding its breath.
When it breathes out again, 
it will, at last, be autumn....

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Saturday, September 23, 2023  

Coincides with first day of fall
and Autumnal equinox for said year,
where colorful splash kindled like tinder.

After I riff flecked about...

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Yesterday I saw a leaf or two fall to the ground              ...

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Bending beneath the shadows,
In soft silhouettes,
Rhythms whispering grace,
Falling like heavy rains,
Gentle yet incessant,
Prayers prayed by the pines,
Music breaking through branches,
Silencing the tender leaves,
Erasing the darkness,
With...

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white gray brunette brown
autumn clouds pass quietly
mix of joy and fear...

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mustard spreads its warmth
	stone ground with bits of bold brown ~
		leaves valiant passing

(September Full Moon – Lakota)...

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Words spoken softly as leaves fall
Quiet prayers, restore the light
Reminiscing on dreams who call
Wishing the soul a gentle night

Autumn crunches beneath our feet
Blessed by the...

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Every time I plan to fly there is some disruption in the sky. Every time I plan to fly the eagle appears out of nowhere...

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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...

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