Song September Poems

On a morning stilled
an oak shadows the yard
as leaves wait to fall
but summer lingers
another day.

I write a love poem
to someone once met
at a blues bar
one...

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Hymnals of light in the autumnal woods
shafts of sunlight
printing prayers on every shadowed trunk.
Only September has this light,
October will come with a witches broom,
a stiff...

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Soft eyes of brown, hair a cascade of curls, 
Your smile, a contagion that enraptured the world,
Dispositions like whispers of a wondrous spell, 
With a...

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Delicious is the rain falling, blinding the sun
With its rhythmic beating, calming all worries
Reassuring the spirit its poetry won't be outdone
Silencing the laughter of the...

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Sing me a song about September.
She soothes me with her syllables.
She warms me like a blanket.
She fits me like a glove.
Sing me a song about...

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The summer sun begins to chill,
as Autumn sings September's song.
A briskness falls upon the hills,
days now don't tarry quite so long.

As Summer leaves, she blows...

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Sing me a song about September.
She warms me like a blanket.
She fits me like a glove.

Sing me a song about September.
She flies in gently like...

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Soothing and serene like a sacred song

Energizing me like no other season can

Pausing my pace that I may endure the race


Taming and teaching me about...

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Heading south and returning from an early morning run on a delivery route,
I came upon the top of a hill which was the route I...

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The hush of autumn rains grace
Over the oaks and pines, an embrace
Gentling every shadow with light
Silencing the darkness of this night

Whispers of hope in hues...

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autumn is peeking
apples for picking~baking
leaves for the raking

 

Date Written: 8/21/2022
Note: Haiku Rhyme...

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I am September girl, she tells me. Mercurial and keen.
That’s a Gemini girl, I think, kind of stuck up, and a tiny bit mean.
I am...

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In the tea trees to the whistling song thrush
  I alone hear the first September dawn,
and outside beyond ryegrass, fern and rush 
 ...

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It's you and me in 2021 on the 25th, at 1:41 AM
I was awaken less than an hour ago and, although    ...

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September ambience descends
Hear the symphony of birds
Someone authored their choruses
And rearranged their notes.

Clumsy crimson clouds
Forming faces like crazy clowns
Faces of you ,the unknown and I
That...

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