SEPTEMBER

Falling Shadows
Soft the glow
Hues of amber
Now September
The year rolls
On and on

3 Comments

  1. September! Where joy and sorrow meet and sing quietly.

  2. Mostly joy I hope, Cliff! Thank you for taking the time to read my poems and for your comments.

  3. Grumbling Gargoyle

    A warm and welcoming poem…with enough wistful to tug at the heart…I like this!…:)

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