September comes with cooler breeze
That teases flowers, rustles leaves.
Warm by day, by night deceives,
Its temperate hand from heat relieves.
Birch and maples hint of gold,
Their vibrant green, hard-pressed to hold,
Will soon be snatched by wind too cold,
Replaced by orange and red, so bold.
The land is hushed, but busy still,
Pondering harvest, gardens tilled,
Except for pumpkin patches willed
To jack-o-lanterns, when they’re filled.
There’s something in September’s wind
That brings us close to earth again,
Preparing us for Summer’s end,
And Winter that’s just round the bend.
I’ll take these days–full, crisp and clear–
O’er summers heat, so hard to bear.
The scent of Autumn’s in the air,
Fall’s tapestry will soon hang there.
© 2008 Nancy J. Bond