September
September, a tapestry of gold and green,
Where summer's warmth begins to wean.
With each passing day, the air grows crisp,
As September's touch leaves hearts adrift.
In fields and forests, a subtle change,
As nature begins its gentle exchange.
Leaves turn to hues of amber and red,
A farewell to summer, softly said.
With every breeze, a whisper of fall,
In September's grasp, we stand tall.
A time for transition, for letting go,
As September's rhythms ebb and flow.
In September's light, memories gleam,
In moments cherished, like a dream.
A time for reflection, for introspection,
As we embrace September's direction.
So let us welcome September's grace,
And hold onto its beauty, embrace.
For in its midst, we find the key,
To unlock the door to destiny.
~Vinaya Joseph
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