September's Dawn


Golden leaves whisper, summer's final sigh,
As September first paints the morning sky.
Warm days retreat, cool breezes usher in,
A bittersweet dance, where fall's tales begin.
Beaches empty, sandcastles wash away,
School bells ring, marking summer's last day.
Yet as one door closes, another swings wide,
Autumn's promise, a colorful tide.
Orchards ripen, apples blush on the bough,
Fields of gold beckon the harvest plow.
Though we mourn lazy days now past,
Cozy nights by the fire are coming fast.
And oh! The scent of spices in the air,
Cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla fair.
For soon, ovens will warm with delights,
Pumpkin pies, autumn's sweetest rite.
So bid farewell to summer's gleam,
But welcome fall's vibrant dream.
For in this change, we find anew,
Treasures golden, crisp, and true.
©2024 Jeff Newton

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