Savouring September
If summer is a symphony,
September is a minuet.
Though September plays host to summer's end.
There is a delicacy as the first leaf falls gracefully
From a tree.
There is a quietude in our spirits
As twilight descends ever so much earlier.
We remember we picked up our books
And returned to school.
We recall how lovely it was
To walk in the late afternoon
Surrounded by such beauty,
Of autumn's splendor.
And the first time we needed that
Gorgeous sweater.
And we gather in
During this golden time
To our private places,
And to our ultimate thoughts.
We seek our joys by the fireplace,
Rekindled after its summer rest.
And gather in the beauty
And treasure every moment
Of this golden time of year!
Anon
September is a minuet.
Though September plays host to summer's end.
There is a delicacy as the first leaf falls gracefully
From a tree.
There is a quietude in our spirits
As twilight descends ever so much earlier.
We remember we picked up our books
And returned to school.
We recall how lovely it was
To walk in the late afternoon
Surrounded by such beauty,
Of autumn's splendor.
And the first time we needed that
Gorgeous sweater.
And we gather in
During this golden time
To our private places,
And to our ultimate thoughts.
We seek our joys by the fireplace,
Rekindled after its summer rest.
And gather in the beauty
And treasure every moment
Of this golden time of year!
Anon
October already, I don't know where this year has gone. The rain has returned here today, summer is most definitely over.
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