September Rain
September...
It is raining.
Like watching the angels cry
over the hillsides
of coloring hews.
Today,
although we have more hews of green,
Tomorrow more of
Autumn
will be seen
in the trees that speckle the hilltops
surrounding my little home town.
Yes,
Fall is now upon us,
The Summer has come and gone.
Won't be long before it is
Winter...
Like the dusk before the dawn.
That's what I like about September..
Warm, yet crisp and cool
with just a hint of Summer's magic
It can treat you like a fool
when it suddenly changes
to Autumn
with just the wink of an eye.
tlh 2006(c)
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