Spring September Poems

Winter knocked 
but no one answered.
Since Summer went on holiday 
and Spring is still in bed. 
Autumn hears but is sunk so deeply, 
so comfortably
into...

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(September (from Latin septem, "seven") was originally the seventh of ten months in the oldest known Roman calendar, the calendar of Romulus?750 BC, with March...

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 Climate summer shifts solstice wind burn sees
Time earliest sunrise and sunset breaths 
 Radiant hot temp blistering heats weaves
 Happens longest days the years...

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Spring sashay this way 

Oh look a little babbling brook a classic country scenic site 
Listen to its babbling bliss It is like a greeting...

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September swings from autumn to spring
Her rippled cool pools of serene green
To russet sunsets on orange wings
Berry buds glazed in apricot sheen
From autumn to spring,...

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Pin oaks unfurl golden flags in September
Until they stand starkly naked and proud
While the ground is carpeted, I remember,

Strong autumn breezes their heads bowed
Hovering over...

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A soft whisper
a buzz like bumble

singing springs songs quietly
Her songs I shall mumble

Once I lay neatly my body
Please do not disinter 

for I shall sing...

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Tui birdsong starts again, melodious warbling 
              bitter southerly wind still bites...

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To love colors is to love the season of Fall
To love Fall is to love the stunning beauty of trees
To love Autumn is to love...

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September 2022
By Franklin Price
09/01/2022

September is a winsome month
It welcomes in the fall
The kids have gotten back to school
Vacation days have had their call

The leaves will...

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Summer's heat and the great 'out-of-doors' will be passing soon,
giving greetings to the beauty of Autumn, starting in September.

The syllables of 'Sep-tem-ber' roll across my...

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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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Gone like September
from the wind
Gone like the Robin
from its wing
Gone like a child
from its laughter
Gone like the memory
of Spring

Gone like the Priest
behind his vestments
Gone like...

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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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I don't appreciate
 the month of August
with its curvy time
and obscure passages...
I always craved september
with its lively cinematics
and its flower color therapy
growing in spring air...
...

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