As the Midas touch befalls the land,
Leaves turn gold and I will hold your hand.
Love will bloom, feeling ever so grand.
We will walk together this September,
Creating precious times to remember.
Our love will grow like a burning ember.
Written: September 18, 2025, for contest: Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
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The mood is adorned with apple skin,
with murmurs while the breezes begin.
A songbird threads the fading green—
through branches burnished, half unseen.
The sun, a low and molten crown,
paints every shadow upside down.
On the wind, leaves from oaks bless away
prayers, though silent, leave a gentle grace
like cinnamon, pumpkin spice and gray
blessing so quietly it feels like loves here to stay
soon winter will visit with its chilly embrace
and I’ll hear the joy of Christmas as I pray
A windswept fall leaves a rake's prongs grounded free,
obliged sapphire's realm, tinged with a seasoned spree,
blissfully fathoms the governed spirits of caromed eyes,
of gathered acquaintances rings about you as time flies,
queries the mobile a stance, a glance at echoes of lights,
as a soloist envy all-eyes dancing that September ignites.
September puts a Spring in my Step.
Like a newborn lamb I frolic about
Running through fields of newly grown grass
With a smile on my face I sing and shout.
With Winter gone, I now enjoy you.
Beautiful Spring, I’m so glad you are out.
Autumn flowers bloom in colorful hues
Joe Pye Weed plants' tint purplish blues
Sweet tasting nectar sipped' butterflies and bees
While the dragonflies' mate on the barks of oak trees
September's night skies orangish moon
Appears at dusk like an enormous balloon
In September, my mind draws inspiration from east to west.
A blood red morning sun is an incredibly spectacular sight.
The contrasts create some truly unique experiences,
with warm autumn colors stretch far up the mountainside.
The hills erupt in a spectacle of rusty brown and gold.
If I'm lucky, I might even catch a glimpse of a rainbow.
September, our ninth month each year,
becomes the bridge tween summertime
and the fall spree soon heading near.
We welcome its grand days now here
as summer blessings, though not prime,
blend in to welcome autumn cheer.
September stalks, tugging on each footstep's shadow.
It saps the warmth of summer's lingering face on show.
Withering leaves spiral down in a sashay chase, falling one by one.
In a solemn cortege winding beneath a flailing sun.
To summer passing, clutched like old friends you want to keep.
As sweet memories and tokens to warm impending winter's sleep.
As green leaves of August begin to change
The South winds of Summer plan to escape
September's North winds blow to rearrange
all the dying petals in the landscape
Where night skies grow a thinner, somber cloud
of duskier sunsets dressed in a shroud
September babe, can I only sigh?
You have silenced me with twinkling eye:
Would you ask a siren why she should sing?
Or say, "Cupid, must you, your arrows, fling?"
To Pan, would you inquire, "Why play flute?"
So, why ask a baby why she's so cute?
Sapphire of september,
a glittering bright splendor,
colored in myriad shades of autumn,
orange-ochre, dragonfly-blue, peach-almond,
a symbol of elegance, beauty, romance and royalty,
the soul of september gleaming in sapphire with loyalty.
September winds carry the echoes of ancient songs,
When air was sweet with the scent of earth
And we placed our wishes upon the willow's roots,
Weeping then as echoes drowned in the noise of throngs,
When cares of life displaced the child’s mirth
And left us crushed by war's tough boots.
September saunters in with hints of fall in tow,
brief respite from late summer’s sultry heat.
Mild weather will stand down for summer’s last hurrah.
Then autumn’s unique glories we will greet.
Already we see red and amber in the trees,
and falling leaves are dancing in the breeze.
The Ides of September register strong agitation;
hatred’s violence breaks out, over and again.
Remembering the healing after 9-11’s rage -
the difficult rebuilding of our broken nation.
Measures toward reconciliation would be a gain,
Ideas for this September, a return to God's gauge.
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